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Mom, Dad and the Kid Hanging Out at Litli-Drangur
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Troll Sheep on Midsummer Night
Buðahraun
Around 10:30 pm.
What Are the Trolls Up to, Anyway?
Sure looks like a troll!
Kollsvík
But just down the beach, check this out:
Did trolls have a war some many thousand years ago, with huge cannonballs, or what? Because this iron is not wedged into the rock from above or behind or any such thing. It’s within the rock. I guess, only the trolls know.
And they’re messing with us.
Trolls Trying to Look Scary at Myvatn
I think they’re baby trolls. Just practicing. Perhaps it’s a good idea to go there and pretend to be scared. Teach them a little wildness, maybe.
Getting the Blues In Akureyri
Remember that summer light?
I think she misses the Akureyri Viking Store trolls, don’t you?
Wild Trolls vs. City Trolls
Sure, those big fancy city trolls are all fine and good.
Akureyri
But wild trolls, such as the one in the middle upper right below are best.
Innri-Hvannagil
You never know when you’ll meet one.
The Thing About Trolls
Trolls have almost human faces. Almost.
And long tongues that snake out underfoot.
That fall over the cliff and make the sea.
Neskaupstaðir Nature Conservancy
That’s right. The sea is troll spit, full of fish and dreams.
INSTA-TROLL
Everyone writes.their.own sagas now.
Have fun in Iceland. It’s having fu with you.
The Biggest Solstice Party in Iceland
In Iceland, solstice is a time for sheep, mammalian…
… trolishl…
… or elvish…
… to put on their finery …
…and party.
You, too, I hope.
The Trolls of Baejarhjalli
On the face of the Austurfell just west of the old monastery at Skriðuklaustur, and at the feet of the Ogre’s Staircase, the trolls are thick. And not just trolls. Have a look:
See them? Here are some hints:
Above: A Family of Fish Trolls Looking Much like a Fish Egg With a Skull for an Eye (or the Moon)
Above: Fat-Bellied SeatedTroll, Waving
Above: Musical Monks
Above: A Skull On A Post
Above: Lovers Embracing
Below: Troll With Runes and Spilled Treasure. Beware!
Below the Fell, the land runs with blood in the spring.
Well, yeah.
A Farm in Iceland 