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Those Nice Kids of Reykjavik & the Survival of the Sagas

No straying outside of the lines here! Out on the farm, though? Well, yee-ha!

Maybe it has something to do with a love of books in the city. Used books.

And their rural versions: sheep folds.


Doubt it? Look again! Doesn’t look like a window anymore, does it:

It looks like Iceland: fields, folds, and books in one.


Yes, But is it Nature?

The sheep of Iceland, bless them, have eaten the place down to rock.

The Icelandic government pays farmers to plant trees.On farms no-one lives on anymore. Along a river diverted to a hydroelectric dam one valley over. Sturluflöt

This was the old road to the south. That was a farm to the left. Below the stone. It would support the trees growing on the scree in the back, but farmers are farmers the world over.


They just don’t trust trees. Or rivers. Sheep, they like sheep. So they herd trees, They put them out to pasture.And that’s nature in Iceland: a project made out of sheep, government subsidy and resistance, often all at once. Oh, and depopulation. Iceland is an urban country. Rather than being nature, the land is a kind of ruin. Brrr.Everyone, time to go home. You can so farm a city, just not on work days.

That nature stuff is for tourists.