Light at play in the frozen north

As the days pass here, each and every one brings a display of subtle light play, not just hour by hour but minute by minute. Just standing outside (or inside, if the weather happens to be "window weather" - great to look at but not so great to be out in) you can see continual changes in the light playing through clouds, passes in the mountains, or reflecting between mountains. In an attempt to capture some of this, I have used an old time-lapse compact camera, usually out one of two windows, taking the changing light over a two or three hour time span. Although the quality is relatively low, it still catches the nature of the different lights we see here nearly every day. The first video bel

The goose - some tense news

Although my last post about the famous goose of Olafsjordur was lighthearted, today's news is not so great. When I went out for a walk early this afternoon, I found the goose sitting, or really flopping on the footpath next to the main street. As I walked up to it, the bird took a look at me and then put its beak in the feathers on its back, as if it was going to sleep, although it kept its eyes open. It seemed to me to be a deliberate gesture of helplessness. I looked carefully but could not see any sign that it had been hit by a car, such as stray feathers on the road, or blood on the goose. With the goose still keeping an eye on me, I gently lifted it on one side and the other to see if t

The Goose

Previously published on Medium on January 15, 2016 The goose seemed to be looking for something. I had seen it earlier in the day, wandering across the main road with apparent unconcern about the cars making their way from both directions. Yes, the town was small and traffic was not an everyday concern, but still. It had only stopped making its beeline for the other side of the street, the seeming destination being the the area of the bank diagonally across from where it was, when the cars loomed with metres. It described a tight semicircle, stopped and stood on one foot briefly, and then flapped from the ground, still not in any particular hurry and flew off, barely at head height when it p

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