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Arcade Fire: “It’s just a reflection of a reflection // Of a reflection of a reflection.”
Our last evening in Iceland ended, serendipitously, with Reykjavik Culture Night. It seemed there were more Icelanders in the streets than we had seen on the entire rest of the trip. Meandering through the crowds, we came across three red double-doors with people streaming in and music streaming out. Inside were the Babies Flokkurinn, covering songs ranging from Teenage Dirtbag to 99 Luftballons to Shout. Their poster read, "Babies will make you dance! Babies will make you shake! Babies will make you groove!" And we did.
As the lava flowed it was cooled by the air, forming a crust that soon cracked as the rock underneath continued toward the sea. Later, the resulting jagged edges were slowly upholstered by a thick, squishy cushion of moss that, when it isn't parched white as it was on this day, grows green just a few millimeters per year.
The moss inspired the desire to lay down and sleep, and also the inkling that if I did, then I would have become forever part of the landscape.
An earlier #musclebeach: “The sailors who rowed out from Dritvik to fish from open boats tested their strength by lifting these stones. Each of them has a name, indicating the strength required to lift them onto the natural platform behind them. Fullsterkur (Full-Strong) weights 154 kg, Hálfsterkur (Half-Strong) 100 kg, Hálfdrættingur (Half-Carrier) 54 kg and Amlôði (Hamlet or Weakling) 23 kg. To be eligible as an oarsman rowing a boat from Dritvik, one had to be able to lift Hálfdrættingur onto the platform, Stallurinn. This used to be about hip high, but is now lower, both because it has been worn down and because the sand around it is now deeper.”
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swipe to see weird brown slime oozing down from the grass onto the dirt behind the falls
The Eyjafjallajökull volcano is hiding under the glacier and behind the clouds, but this is the farm from where television crews filmed the eruption in 2010.
The volcanic dust blew down from the mountains into our faces as we gazed with anxious awe upon the retreating glacier.
I wanted to catch droplet in slo-mo falling from the roof of this #basalt cave into the black sand below, but there was too much beauty elsewhere and the opportunity cost of waiting was too high. I wouldn't have noticed these insects if I hadn't tried though.