Public access to beautiful things in Iceland, including stunning waterfalls like Hengifoss…
…is privately maintained and crosses private land at private expense.
The Way Back from the Falls is a Great Journey Too
So if the trail is muddy, give thanks. It was given to you as a gift. To be respectful, stay on it.
It’s a way of giving thanks and preparing the way for the next traveller.
Like Gunnar,
I had to leave the farm …
… (It was hard for us both), and go to the city of books …
… which, as you can see, 
… has, like my Canada, adopted a new colonial master. Colonies do that, of course. It’s all they know. Still, in this city where everyone is a poet, some of this poetry is illegal…
… while some of it, identical to an eye from the farm, is legal…
… which is weird. Copyright squabbles can be like that. But, hey, it’s a city, with its own sense of the commons and its own intrusions into it, but even so some, of it is beautiful…
… and the horses still have powerful things to say …
… there are still meadows full of flowers …
… and I would almost be tempted to say that we writers are guilty of something for which there is no possible absolution, except that even here we are children of God …
Agnes, Child of God
… and he has kept the light on. We may be for sale, and a little hounded by traffic …
… but that’s the book business for you. At any rate …
A Farm in Iceland 