or at least it seemed that way. we walked all over volcanoes, and beautiful scenes of desolation. present among the crew today were: sigurbjörg, isabella, hilda jana, ingvar, henry, myself, and a mysterious and compelling hungarian footballer whose name sounds like CC. it was only because of the graciousness of hilda jana and ingvar that the rest of us were able to go to this other planet some distance away (þakka þér kærlega fyrir).

moments:

Isabella beholds the wonder

Birch trees lunge toward white sky, out of volcano

In a cave, in a fissure, the water particles rising as steam

And this scene most otherworldly, starring the brave sigurbjörg, who disappears with hilda jana as ingvar leads the way into the Cloud…which reminds me of this, from the Cloud of Unknowing:

And if ever you come to this cloud, and make a home there and take up the work of love as I urge you, there is something else you must do as this cloud is above you, and between you and your God, you must put a cloud of forgetting beneath you, between you and all the creatures that have ever been made.