Here’s a beach warning sign I found at Dritvik on June 21.
Go at low tide.
Just a thought.
I love Egilsstaðir, truly, precisely because it is not romantic.
I thought I’d look up from the Glacial Lagoon …
… show of humans being beautiful for themselves and for each other by posing (warmly) within luxurious images of humanly-initiated global climate change…
… to see what the glacier thought of all this. Ah, well, look, I’m glad it did. The cheeky thing…
… was sticking its tongue out at us! Just a tiny bit. Between compressed lips.
Most visitors to Iceland land at Keflavik Airport, just north of this beautiful landscape, and then race northwest to Reykjavik, missing out on the opportunity to hear the land speak.
The Icelanders have arranged it this way. Have you ever wondered why?
Reykjanes is calling!