Go slow, don’t muss your hair, don’t touch, dominate by force of will alone (you have at least a thousand years to work it out), and, of course, don’t muss your hair.
Looking good on the Brunahraun.
Vellir Farm, Rauðanes
So, you have a bunch of troll bones in a stream at Skeljanes. Weird troll writing on it. How are you going to blend in with that so you look like you own the place?
Easy guys.
This next one is trying to blend in with the sea at the same time. All those waves, eh.
That’s how it’s done. And if someone says your head is as hard as a rock, ha, that would be, like, a double compliment!
In a land of many stones at the top of the world, where it can, shh don’t tell anyone from the Icelandic Tourism Office, get cold…
… rocks contract from the flatness to stay warm.
Going flat is a sure way to lose all your heat, and it’s a long way to the merino wool shops at the mall in Reykjavik, and how are you going to walk there when you’re a rock? Nope, rounding up it is. Plants, being more evolved, follow suit, because they’re smart.
Now you know too. Shh. Don’t tell anyone from the clothing shops of Reykjavik or they might open a branch up north. Here’s an ad for one geared for humans, that endearing lot. They started up north, then moved south where the humans are. A flag for everyone, to make everyone feel at home.
Here’s a version from half-ways to the north. This ewe has donated half her fleece to a stone, by the looks of it.
But what would a stone make of this?
This?
And what would a stone make of this?
This?
No, when you’re a rock, it’s better to clump up with your friends.
No, not like this:
Brrr!
Just think of her all day, staring out at that black gable, and dreaming of real life, with her fur hair and her golden elf scarf.
Tax free, too. With butterflies. Icelandic shopkeepers really know how to adapt fishing technology to the new international tourism schools!
It starts innocently enough. You’re grazing with your buddies, right.
Hey, it’s a reindeer thing. If the swans and geese want to graze along with you, what’s it to you, right? There’s grass for all. No, that’s what people might thing. Reindeer? Time to split.
Bye. It’s about colour matching, I think.
When you go to Iceland in the winter, wear white.
Iceland is undergoing a tourism revolution. Everyone lives in an industrial site now.
The industrial product is Iceland, which is empty of Icelanders, even, as below, on their old farms.
Snæfells at Winter Dusk
Icelanders are now easy to spot.
They are models from New York.
A Farm in Iceland 