Forests are a new thing in Iceland, and must all be planted by hand, just as this group of Siberian larch at Gunnar’s birthplace above the Jokulsá.
And no-one’s quite sure what to do with them. At the moment, they are chopped up into that staple of all harbour cities, shipping palettes, and then reassembled in familiar forms from there. It’s a little wobbly, but all shipping palette construction is.
But there’s definitely a keen-ness in the air. All the tools of the trade are readily available for working out the kinks at home or in the woods.
You did spot Thor’s battle axe there on the wall, right?
Sheep are foresters here.
1. Through a parking lot.
2. Through a farmer’s imagination.
3. With wit.
In Iceland, be witty!
All trees in Iceland are mysterious. Some, it seems, stay indoors and take tinctures.
They hide in remote canyons, like herds of shy reindeer. If you’re not looking for them, you might not spot them at all.
þingvellir National Park, Ísland
Forest Crown Height: 18 centimetres. November, 2016
Let me demonstrate how poetry is an indigenous form of thought.
Land’s river …
Land’s liver …
You can only speak this language if you are at home on Earth.
Chances are you do, and are.