My, this is a beautiful place.
I’ve landed here almost by accident — more or less on a whim. En route to visit my girl and do more book-ish research in the UK, I found that a stop in Reykjavik would only cost me a further $100 or so [and about 11 extra hours of flying time…].
How could I resist?
So I am here in the land of the Hidden People, geysirs, golden waterfalls, hotpots and magic. It is a brilliant place and I feel so honoured and lucky to have washed up here, even for just a few days.
Hope to give you a wee visual sampling here on the blog. Have any questions? Just ask! Bias declared up front: I’d recommend you come without hesitation.
With the inspiration this place offers, I’d be back in a heartbeat if I could.
More research needed, don’t you think?
The shot to the right was taken just before midnight, as the sun shone through this beautiful glass sculpture near the Keflavik airport.
I did watch the sun dip itself briefly in the North Atlantic, but it didn’t stay down long enough to get anything like dark before dawn came again. In fact, I’m pretty sure that around here at this time of year, dusk and dawn are identical twins with a separation complex.
The world is waking up to this mystical island — Game of Thrones shoots many of the ‘North of the Wall’ scenes here, and the even Ben Stiller’s execrable desecration of the Walter Mitty story was made beautiful by setting it here.
The lake in the bottom of this dormant volcano was too gigantic to be captured by my lens from where I stood. That teeny white dot on the left is a person, to give you a sense of scale.
Everything here seems larger than life — the mountains, the waterfalls, the glaciers. [Tho’ the glaciers are shrinking, sadly…].
Next time I’ll try to capture a bit of what it’s like to stand beside the world’s oldest geysir. Stay tuned!