Tag Archives: Iceland
Yes, But is it Nature?
The sheep of Iceland, bless them, have eaten the place down to rock.
The Icelandic government pays farmers to plant trees.
On farms no-one lives on anymore. Along a river diverted to a hydroelectric dam one valley over.
Sturluflöt
This was the old road to the south. That was a farm to the left. Below the stone. It would support the trees growing on the scree in the back, but farmers are farmers the world over. 
They just don’t trust trees. Or rivers. Sheep, they like sheep. So they herd trees, They put them out to pasture.
And that’s nature in Iceland: a project made out of sheep, government subsidy and resistance, often all at once. Oh, and depopulation. Iceland is an urban country.
Rather than being nature, the land is a kind of ruin.
Brrr.
Everyone, time to go home. You can so farm a city, just not on work days.
That nature stuff is for tourists.
Not Elves Exactly
Hey, welcome to Alfaborg, the mystical city of the elves in Borgarfjörðar Estri. The Borg in the west, was the city of men. Here, completely across the country, live the elves, in their own Borg.
Except, until the twelfth century, there were no álfar, or elves. That was an idea imported from France, which was laid on folk experience of all the varied people who came to Iceland and made up its founding lines. This would have been home to the bergbúar, the rock dwellers.
East
Not dwarves, exactly. That is a different folk lineage, into which several lines were folded over time, under the effects of European modernization and a half millenium of the consolidation of folk tale into unified stories onto which national narratives could be written. What became known as elves, in a process of consolidation, also originally held the landvættir, or nature spirits. They lived on the land itself. So, this is likely a home of rock dwellers.
East
And here?
Why, landvættir. And here.
West
And here, a mixed population, perhaps. No doubt, a host of others who tagged along in the heads of people in the long boats.
West
No doubt, a lot from Ireland. Experiences of what was later solidified, in the same nationalizing process, as nature.
North
Luckily, there is more to history than the history of nationalism, and more to living on earth than the consolidation of diverse encounters and traditions with abstraction and consolidation.
We are still bodies on earth.
North
We are still the earth dreaming.
So, Where do Icelandic Architects Get Their Ideas Anyway?
Cows at Sea
The Lonely Streets of Reykjavik
Two friends and street buskers, a sandwich board and a shopping cart hanging around on Lækjargata, waiting for tourists, have a chat while hoping one of the cash-flush foreigners will stop.
It’s a hard life, with only your imported self and a Jysk table for a lure, but it’s a living, eh. It is, indeed.
The Reykjavik Urban Forest
Falling in Iceland
Fall.
Svartifoss
Waterfall.
Svartifoss
Icefall.
Screefall.
Buðaklettur
The sense of the ancient word “fall” is preserved in English today in the expression “falling away,” and the word “fell,” denoting a primitive evil. It denotes the state of entering what is not there, of suddenly having no earth holding you up, which the planet does, kindly enough.
It holds you up in all sorts of different ways. And then it lets you go.
Trolls Play Football Too
Succulent Iceland
Succulents, which combat heat stress by a form of photosynthesis which allows them to store solar energy in a chemical form during the day, with their water-losing pores closed, and complete photosynthesis in the night, with their pores open, seem to be thriving in Iceland, which is not known for its heat. Luck at them here (bright green), in a colony of mosses and Icelandic purslane: a little tidal pool at the base of the wall of the Hengifossá Canyon.
I suspect that greenhouses of snow cover, left empty by the effects of the wildly-varying height of the stream nearby, play a role here, but, really, I just think there’s room for extensive study here. I’d say it’s not just lichens that live in community in this climate, but all kinds of creatures, which do better together than apart.
After all, we are talking about an island which is an edge ecosystem: warmed by the Gulf Stream while cooled by winds from the north. Anything is possible here! The whole country is a hot house!



















Mysteriously, mind you, and in slow motion. You’re not in a hurry, are you?





