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I just came across a lot of travel pictures I forgot I had.
Driving around Iceland at midnight with Sigrun and her husband and Skuggi, a gigantic Newfoundland.

Posted 8 months ago

helgurmadur:

Icelandic gardens often feature tiny wooden álfhól for elves/hidden people to live in. Some Icelanders have also built tiny churches to convert elves to Christianity.
I hope they do not succeed, Iceland does not need a huldufólk holy war

Noone ever believes me.

Grimsvotn is erupting on the left side of this photo, it’s the cloud that looks slightly different than all the other clouds.

Thus commences the series of rocks that is called Iceland. I took all of these in the span of an hour, because I loaded my film wrong for the 3 days of photos I took earlier, blah blah blah excuses.

Baby’s first volcanic eruption.

We drove for an hour to see the smoke, it was pretty and we were really far away.

I realized during our excursion that my camera was acting really strangely, and that’s because IT WASN’T TAKING PHOTOS. I didn’t load the film right. All of my photos of Reykjavik are non-existant. I compensated by taking tons of pictures of rocks, which is easy on Rock Island. Ariel took a lot of pictures with her digital though, so I’ll have that.

I feel like I’ve been here a lot longer than I have, we didn’t get to do all we wanted to (didn’t realize you need an actual credit card to rent a car,) but I will be in London tomorrow and Paris on Tuesday and Venice on June 3rd, so one lost roll of film is okay.

Posted 1 year ago

fuckyeahiceland:

(by Matthias Asgeirsson)

icelandpictures:

It’s nearing New Years Eve in Iceland. Iceland is the most awesome place to spend New Years Eve. The fireworks are outrageous. There is no organized fireworks show just every single Icelander competing with his neighbors in dominating the sky.
Photo by Murphy.

I wish I would be thereeee. It’s the most amazing thing ever, and bonfires all over the fields outside the city.

I remember when we were in the north of Iceland, and my brother and dad and I went for a walk. But really, the memory lies within my brother and I. Because we were younger, didn’t think it was explainable. And we crawled down the sand dunes, which are black. And we walked along the shore. And we were both in boots, which was good because were stepping on dead jellyfish. The shore smelt terrible, because every 3 feet we were stepping on jellyfish. We only stayed for a short time, because it was so morbid and smelled like death and looked like death and there were all these carcasses.
That’s how that vacation went.
A few days later we were staying in a cabin and my dad went for a walk, I wanted to go with him. There was a crack in the mountains behind us, a small fjord. We walked over the cliff, and down into the passage and there were viking ruins and a sheep carcass. It had probably slipped over the cliff. The viking ruins were unmarked and not publicized, and that is what is beautiful about not-America.

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