Puffins hanging out in Borgarfjörður Eystri.
And look at this: birches hanging out at Ásbyrgi!
How cool is that! Here are the puffins again…
And the trees!
Now, add some trolls.
Water or vatn, these are just words.
A trip out to Njardvik and Ytri-Hvannagil is the thing to put those behind you.
This stuff is alive.
The secret of writing books in Iceland is to stop writing them.
Here, one is written.
Note, as Gunnar did, the chain-linked rhymes of Icelandic epic verse rising from the stone itself. Atlantis, he called it.
Fair enough. Iceland, too, is only a name.
This is more.
Sure, those big fancy city trolls are all fine and good.
But wild trolls, such as the one in the middle upper right below are best.
You never know when you’ll meet one.
If you are in the Easter Cave at Neskaupstaðir at sunrise on Easter…
…not only will you be wet and cold (or drowning) …
… but you will see the sun rise straight out of the cave’s mouth, where seals, it is said, turn into men.
And men, presumably, into seals.
Some farms that no one lives on anymore are still being farmed for hay. Note the fine tractor road here in Reydisfjörður.
Others have gone wild, although they are still farms and can be claimed again. This one, in Neskaupstaðir, is accessible only by foot. A boat looks out of the question.
I bet there are eiðars, though!
Sometimes it’s hard to tell what season it is or whether one is on Earth or in the Sky!
The View Back over Héraðsandar from the Njardvik Lookout in Early July
These are rare landscapes in Iceland, as they were mined for peat for many hundreds of years, but they are still there in the remote East, and are being rebuilt in Neskaupstadir (such as the one above). Aren’t they lovely!