The best camera is the one you have with you. Just after sunset, I was out taking a walk in Fossvogsdalur, the small valley that straddles the boundary between Reykjavík and Kópavogur. Part of the sky seemed to glow a bit, and then a ribbon of light coalesced overhead. I didn’t have my Canon SLR camera… Read More Day 62: a light in the sky
I’m beginning to love geology. One of the first choices I had to make when the fall semester began was which of two classes with conflicting schedules I wanted to keep. I decided to go with geothermal surface exploration, because it’s something I know nothing about. Hey, I’m here to learn, right? It turns out… Read More Day 57: a trip to Bitra
During the last Ice Age, very nearly all of Iceland was buried under an ice sheet more than a mile thick. There were outcroppings of rock here and there where volcanoes managed to melt their way through to the surface, producing distinctive rounded shapes called tuyas, but in general it would have been a pretty boring place.… Read More Days 57-63: fire and ice
Shortly after I arrived, I saw a post in the Facebook group “Away from Home – Living in Iceland” offering a ticket to a concert by the Icelandic group Of Monsters and Men. They were kicking off their world tour to promote a new album, Beneath the Skin. OMAM’s first album, My Head is an Animal, placed… Read More Day 53: of monsters and men and sheer blind luck
So now begins the catching-up I’ve promised for a long time, along with a few words of explanation. The words are pretty straightforward: Loosely translated, they mean “Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into now?” By way of background: long ago, when dinosaurs ruled the Earth and I was a seventeen-year-old college freshman,… Read More Days 50-56: the fall of Viking U.