Iceland sits in water, lots of water, and storm races across it, but that’s not the same as saying that the snows of an Icelandic winter are a curse from the sea. It’s the mountains that make them, and the latitude, at the top of the world.
They even channel and intensify the wind! Iceland is not, you see, exactly shelter.
Islands reveals the sea’s secrets in the air. Hunáfjörður.
Never a dull moment!
No matter how you look at it, it’s higher than the land.
Iceland is a well.
It is a pool.
It is a stone thinking into thought. The thought has teeth. Some of the teeth are the land.
All are light.
Some of the waves are from beyond this earth.
To build a house here is to build it in the open universe.
It will take its toll.
In Advent, Gunnar Gunnarsson showed us how we can manage if we don’t do it alone.
Who’d want to?
Mysterious world!
A Farm in Iceland 