Trolls, whose eggs are green (just look!) do it like this:
Gulls, whose eggs are also green, by gosh, do it like this:
This greening of the land is a thing to be admired. I’m all for more of it.
A New, Partially-Formed Iceland Egg Greening Up Nicely in the East Fjords
Even in a world of (grassy) straight lines.
It’s a thing.
Look, when the weather’s good, make the most of it, I say.
Yup, there’s the grand view of a secret beach, where no one goes.
There’s also the stick, that no one stops for.
Well, almost no-one. This is the delight that can find pure joy in a farmstead so far away across the wetlands that walking won’t bring you there.
That, too, is Iceland, as is this water that flowed over Hengifoss just a half hour or so before. Is it any less now?
You can either run after it or stand still and let I go. That, too, is Iceland.
Strutting the Stuff: A Day Out with the Kids on the Greenland Sea
Sure looks like a troll!
But just down the beach, check this out:
Did trolls have a war some many thousand years ago, with huge cannonballs, or what? Because this iron is not wedged into the rock from above or behind or any such thing. It’s within the rock. I guess, only the trolls know.
And they’re messing with us.