I spent a week in Iceland visiting my beautiful wise friend Hildur Harkarsdottir. A strange contrast exists in Iceland between the treeless exposed land with awe–inspiring Geysirs (geysers in Icelandic) erupting every few minutes and the prim exacting almost “gothic” architecture. In between is the spoken language which sounds like velvet German. The voices of the Icelanders are lilting and gentle; the language nuanced. My joys each day were to spend time with my friend Hildur, to drink the delicious water from the kitchen tap, to drink and really taste the water, to take a bath in the healing hot spring waters, and to wander the land, each vista a painting. The land is as healing as the waters.
(If you have the time, it may be worth looking at the photos larger. The intensity of the landscape is lost when the photos are reduced.)
August 15th to 21st, 2009.
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