But only after they have no words for them any more. Such bittersweet irony at the Jökulsárlón! Just imagine if these powers could still speak to each other!
Global warming carries the old ones away in pieces.
We follow, in the confusion our machines recreate for us as beauty.
Two codfish go to sea.
Definitely time for a visit to Jökullsárlón!
He might be only a force of nature now, but he’s still doing good work.
Art: the spirit of the earth breathing us alive.
I swear, Iceland is alive.
The late season light changes so quickly that the flow of gravity and time across space, and your body, are one. Only the photograph is still. Try opening the image in a new window. I think some of that directional energy and movement is captured in it, especially when seen a bit larger than here.
Either that, or confronting elemental nature makes a human alive.
The sun is bright inside the ancient ice of the glacial lagoon.
As the ice melts away, the sun inside is slowly revealed.
This is an artwork written with the stone the glaciers cut out of the mountains many centuries ago.
They have come together again, in beauty.
And in wonder.
This is the glory of the world.
Its moods are 50,000 years in the making.
They are not human moods.
Even the darkness is light.
Even the light is darkness.
You can see by it.
You have only a few minutes.
You might throw a shoe or break a fetlock.
Let the land be your guide. Where are you going to run to, anyway?
The Great Grey Sea
Gunnar went out there in 1928 to look for Atlantis.
Easy. Accept your brace now, human. Shh.