Iceland in Pictures

Like the thought. I often look at the Icelandic landscape and imagine what it was like before anybody came here. Of course, it looks mostly the same (except for some new volcanoes), but nobody had seen it. And imagine all of the spectacular eruptions, not disturbing any flights, the flowing waterfalls with nobody to see them and the boiling hot springs with nobody bathing. Actually imagine right now, a boiling hot spring all alone up in the Icelandic highlands, patiently steaming, summer and winter, night and day while it waits for you to come have a bath.

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Photograph by Orsolya and Erlend Haarberg

When Hverfjall erupted 2,500 years ago, no one saw it—no one lived in Iceland. On a March evening photographer Orsolya Haarberg watched alone as a north wind scoured Mývatn lake’s thin ice, sweeping snow into a drift that looked like a path to the crater.

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Pseudocrater?

You might be thinking what the hell is a pseudocrater? Pseudo drugs, pseudoscience, does that mean it’s a fake crater? Well yes kind of. Fake in the way it looks like a volcanic crater, but actually isn’t. They are however created in volcanic eruptions.

What happens is when lava is flowing to create a lava field, sometimes the lava will flow over wet ground, swamps or even a lake. The water below then heats up and creates eruptions of steam that burst through the lava. These craters were often thought to be actual craters before. Countless pseudo craters can be found in and around Lake Mývatn in Iceland and some well known ones can be found in the Rauðhólar (E. Red Hills) area in Reykjavík.

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Pseudocrater Isle by Zanthia on Flickr.

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Secret hot spring in an undisclosed location close to Mývatn in Iceland. I’m not going to be helpful this time.

There are a few others though that you can find. Photo by Joaquín Linares.

Beautiful sunset. Since Iceland is so far north of the equator summer sunsets can last for hours, that is if the sun sets at all.

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verge of sundown (by Helga Kvam)