The Hraunfosser, or the lava field falls, are really worth the visit, even in winter.
Even in the snow!
Sure, you can lose important stuff in the snow, because you have to negotiate snacks, camera, wallet, hat, gloves, snow, and slippery paths. Here I am after running across the bridge looking for likely nice people and finding them. Look how she takes charge. He should keep her close, I think. (It was my wife who found the wallet and sent me on my sprint across the icy bridge with no people in sight.)
This Russian-French (?) couple was happy to get his passport and all his money back. He didn’t even know he’d lost it when he put on his gloves back before the bridge.
Note how I keep my stuff in a little daypack now. Can you tell it’s a been-there-done-that situation?
Just another day in Iceland! I hope they’re doing well. Meanwhile, back to the light. What there is of it!
Watch your step! (And do get a daypack. Really.)
So much of Iceland is a volcanic wilderness.
1000 years ago, the farms of Kaldada and Sandar were overwhelmed with lava. Glacial water finds its way between the old earth and the new.
Hraunfosser near Bjarnafoss
And even bog cotton. It is life that is the wonder.
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.