Nature didn’t always exist. Unlike most manufactured products, though, it wasn’t stamped out of a plastic mould in a factory in China, or even poured into a mould in an old factory in Manchester back in the day. Those things turned red with rust in the rain. Nature was manufactured in places like this …

Looking East from Kjarvalhammur

… using technology like this …

… to make odd stuff like this …

A Chunk of Nature, by Kjarval

… in a place like this …

Kjarvalhammur

… which looks like this inside …

Kjarval’s Bed and Someone’s Cement

… and like this outside …

Kjarval’s Cliff

Before that it was only a place for sheep and horses and that is about all anyone thought about it. Now it’s Nature and everyone loves it. Heck, we even love stuff like this, that could kill us …

Swans, Heraðsfloi, Iceland

I mean, really, it could …

A Man Could Lose His Way in This Stuff

If any weather came up and blew snow over your footsteps, you’d be a goner.

A Long Thin Line of Life

(Where someone has walked before … me, in this case, five kilometres there and five kilometres back.)

Before the invention of Nature by men like Kjarval, men kept a safe and respectful distance from this dangerous stuff. Now, I am following Kjarval’s trail back, to try to shake off his paintings and see what he saw, when he saw something there that hadn’t been seen before, and beyond that, to what had been.

Island in the Greenland Sea, Skagafjörður

This is not Nature.

I’m still fascinated by what, exactly, it might be.