Horses want out of fences.
Tourists want in to them.
Such beautiful symmetry!
Tourists are Not Horses, and That’s The Truth
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The Dreams of the Icelandic North
Raufarhöfn
Kálfáfoss
Intersection of Road 54 and 574.
When the wind comes up, it blows this column of water nearly horizontally. Note the trolls in the cliff near the fall’s base.
The Heartbreaking and Strangely Uplifting Graveyard in Helena
First, with their church.
Next, with their hay bales. Looks to me like they have been bundled up for harvest themselves.
Next, from their sanctuary.
So must 1100 years of Christian dead comfort themselves when their parishes, and faith, is lost among the living.
Practicing Your Geometry in Hellnar
A road designed to stay up while going down.
An important principle in a windy land!
Watching the Sea
It’s hard not to look out to sea in Iceland, waiting for mysterious voyagers. Even the land does it.
Arnarstapi
It’s a lonely thing, but doing it together with an island eases that and teaches patience.
The Sphinx of Iceland
Lóndrangar. With her kids. Climbing all over her, really.
And isn’t that her mate on the right, staring off into space? Why not! Even an ogress has a family life!
All the Pretty Little Ones
At midsummer (at Lóndrangar), the little ogre babies sprout pretty flowers and grasses.
The rest of the year, they’re just lumpy. Don’t worry. At midsummer, everyone is alive and well and it’s OK to be charmed. In winter, though, a wave might take you.
Queen of the Dragons on the Hunt for Lunch
With her crown on, of course.
Raudholl
Good thing she’s quite slow.
A View into Fairyland
Only on the Buðarhaun lava field. Only on Midsummer Night’s Eve.
Don’t look too closely. Walk quickly on. Be careful not to trip.
