The Njardivk Road (No. 94), looking north from Geldingjafjall.
Look at the sun playing in the breakers at the river mouth in the distance!
Where the Rivers Meet the Sea (and the Sun, too)
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The Wurm of the Lagarfljót
That Finnish smiths chained a dragon to the bottom of the lake in olden times, is well known.
That it gets out and flies through the air above the water from time to time is something rarely talked about. But it did last July 1. Here it is.
Troll Sheep on Midsummer Night
Buðahraun
Around 10:30 pm.
Icelanders and Wood: an Adventure
It’s so beautiful to watch Icelanders working out how to work with wood, after these 1100 years with precious little of it except what washed up on the beach from Siberia.
It brings a whole new appreciation to the mystery of the substance.
The Sun is Unstable in Iceland
First it appears in one farmer’s stable…
Skagafjörður
…, and then another’s.
It is great fun trying to outrun it.
Fire Mountain Erupts!
This is Eldborg, “Fire Mountain.”
It used to lie on the main road to the East.
Now it’s out of the way and forgotten in a barren land.
But don’t drive past. It’s beautiful on Fire Mountain.
At Midsummer, the mountain erupts again.
And comes to life.
Or life comes to it.
Hard to say which.
Both at once, perhaps. Note how just for a couple weeks, every glob of stone develops a body and lives.
It is a fantastical riot of life. Everything is alive.
And then the mountain goes back to solemnly watching the Grindavik Road.
All kinds of people.
All kinds of watching.
Once You’ve Eroded a Whole Country, It’s Time to Relax
A well deserved rest in the Vatnsdalshólar.
Iceland’s Original Tour Guides
Lost the path to Arnarstapi? Or Hellnar?
Sometimes a thrush will lead you the right way. Well, actually, where a thrush leads you is always the right way, whether you are coming or going.
Never Throw Anything Away
This essential Icelandic principle, seen at play here in the Vatnsdalshólar (the Uncountable Hills of the Valley of Water),will see you through good times and bad.
Some day, everything can be used again. Until then, it is the future. It’s good to have a thing like that tightly joined to the past. That’s the Icelandic way.
Sheep at Work in Vatnsdalshólar
Here in the “uncountable hills” of Vatnsdal, sheep split the counting between them to try to finally arrive at a number.
Just another way to pass just another cloudy day.
