At settlement, Iceland was 55% Irish.
Fly fishers begin by observing insects along a stream. Their art follows.
Knitters are just as attentive to the natural world. Here, in a surf of lava cinders, new sweaters begin.
People follow the warmth of this care home.
It just gets better and better.
That is the space for the eye.
.Swans in Lónsfjörður
Iceland is not wild. That’s the point. These reindeer in the East were introduced. In keeping with the gesture, they do prefer farmer’s fields over mountain heights.
I think that means that farms are wild in Iceland: not yet domesticated. Let it remain so.
And World again.
What ends here begins.
What begins here does not end.
This is the language.
This is the shore.
This is the bound.
This is the bond.
This is Iceland.
Darkness lies between you and the light in your eye. And half the world is the sky. Everything else follows.