Pictures from Iceland, from the Summer of 1999 to the winter of 2000
Whenever I step out from "my" house in the "Shadows" of Reykjavík (not the
oldest part of the city, but next to) and stroll towards the lively centre of the
capital or down to the sea, I always take care in having a peak at Esja. Esja is
like an ever-present guardian even if she isn't higher than 1000 meters. Usually it's
enough to go around a corner or upstairs to get a magnificent and most varied view
of the mountains in the north. Some of the mountains are covered in snow all year
around, but Esja can get almost totally uncovered around August. The colours vary in
all possible hues of earth tones from rusty brown to yellowish green and more. At
a distance Esja seems to be one huge and rather steep hill (well, apart from the
top, which is simply a pile of sharp-edged rocks), but when you get closer or up on
the mountain, you will find several hidden ravines and twists in the mountain. The
sea between Reykjavík and the mountains has also got the most astounding
power of changing its colour, structure and mood. It is no surprise if one becomes
a bit poetical...