Dagrún litla stelpan mín bað mig um daginn að taka myndir af smábarni vinkonu sinnar til að nota í Jólakort, ég sló til og byrti hér nokkra myndir af krakkanum, mömmu og pabba barnsins. Dæmi nú hver fyrir sig hvernig þetta hefur tekist annars er ég alveg til í að taka myndir af fleirum hafið bara samband við mig í síma 6990100
Again I am publishing an old photo from my northern lights collection. The reason: The sun is not sending sunstorms our ways that form northern lights. Not that I don’t have enough of northern lights photos, but I am waiting for the possibility to take new photos of the northern lights.
And it’s one of the most fun things I do, to be traveling outside in the darkness and cold.
During a photo shoot to capture northern lights, you have to dress up in a very well insulated snow suit as you are not going back into the car until the end. The tripod has to be set up at a very well-thought out place and all the equipment needs to be set. Then the wait begins. You either lay down on the snow or the bare frozen-solid ground and just stare up into the sky and look for a shooting star and every time you see one, you can make a wish that usually comes true. It may also be a good idea to have a thermos with some good coffee and a sandwich with smoked salmon. The only condition is that you caught the salmon yourself, processed it and smoked. Sometimes, when I am laying on the ground, I simply fall asleep and miss the northern lights… Other times I am fortunate enough to have the company of a girlfriend when shooting the northern lights. What a romantic setting. That’s why most of those trips end in such a way that you forget all about the northern lights, or you see them coming and just enjoy looking at them in a different way. You should try it at least once, that kind of a memory never leaves your mind.
Erla
Þótt ég sjálfur segi frá þá sýnist mér ég hafa verið svakalega heppin varðandi barneignir mínar alla vega sem ég hef verið upplýstur um.
En samkvæmt öruggum heimildum þá á ég tvær stelpur, en í mínum kokkabókum finnst mér ég hafi lagt all mikið meira í málið til að fá fleiri einstaklinga en svona er nú lífið.
Stelpurnar mínar heita Dagrún og Sigrún þær eru svo sætar.
Ástæðan fyrir því að ég þarf að koma þessu á framfæri er að alltaf þegar þær hittast ásamt barnabarninu, elsku Erlu. ,,Þá fer samsæri í gang”. Hringt er í mig og ég sannfærður um að ég sé svo góður Pabbi og Afi, síðan koma sögur um mig og þær og aftur hvað ég er æðislegur, í kjölfarið á þessu ofhóli kemur, Pabbi villtu gefa okkur öllum ís eða við eru á Ask og við erum svo svangar. Það er náttúrlega ekkert hægt að segja nei. Eða er það !
Mér láðist nefnilega að láta plata út úr mér VISA kortið fyrir all mörgum árum og síðan þá keppast þær við að plata svona smá nammi út úr mér.
Þegar þær hringdu í mig í dag þá datt mér í hug hvort ekki sé hægt að kæra þetta til samkeppnisstofnunar því þær sameinast um að plata út úr mér allskonar nammi og nota VISA kortið mitt.
Það var ekki gott þegar ég tapaði jólasveinatrúnni, ef ég man rétt þá var það um svipað leiti og ég tapaði sveindómnum.
Upp úr því hóf ég nám í pípulögnum en ég lærði hjá pabba og hann var með verksamning við Jólasveinana upp í Esju ég veit að þið trúið þessu ekki, en þegar ég var sendur þarna uppeftir í fyrsta skipti til að losa stíflu úr handlaginni hjá Grýlu og var það vegna þess að hún var með töluvert hárlos sem stíflaði vatnslásinn hjá henni.
Hún var svakaleg útlits öll í vörtum og hárið í miklum flóka og útgangurinn og lyktin eftir því. Síðar þegar Pabbi hætti í pípunum tók ég við samningnum.
Nú síðast í dag, þurfti ég að skreppa upp í jólasveinabyggðir, laga hitan hjá þeim og losa hárið úr vatnslásnum hjá Grýlu. En ég held að ég sé farinn að eldast því mér fannst kerlingin sýni betri útlits en hér fyrr á dögum, eða er kvenmanns leysið farið að segja til sýn .
Steini Pípari
Translation to English
I remember the time when I lost my belief in Santa Claus. It was around the time I lost my virginity. Shortly thereafter I started my studies in plumbing. I studied with my father. He had a contract with Santa up in Mount Esja. I know you won’t believe this but when I was sent there for the first time, it was to unclog Santa’s mom’s sink. Her name is Gryla. Gryla is a very hairy woman and sheds quite a lot. So you can imagine how the sink got clogged, with lots of hair! She has a gruesome appearance; covered in warts, hair in great tangles and a total mess, as were her clothes. And the smell!! Then, when my father retired, I inherited the contract. Today I had to go up there, to the Claus’s and fix their heat as well as get the hairball out of the sink. But I think I am getting old because I thought old Gryla didn’t look so terrible now… or is it just my lack of women that has begun to affect me??
There are many deserted farmhouses and fishing facilities, both along the coast as well as into the countryside. It is not advisable to go near those places as once night falls, they fill up with ghosts and gools, often leading one into peril.
When I am on my photohunts, I try to find deserted places to spend the night, as I am not afraid of the dark. On one of those trips this fall, I found a pretty good farmhouse to sleep. Apart from exceedingly large rats that darted across the floor, and a lot of creaking coming from deep within the house, it was not so bad. I fell asleep quicky but woke up in the middle of the night and saw a ghost at writing. I was quite calm and was careful not to say a word to him because as everyone knows, if you speak to a ghost without being able to first call his name, your life is in great peril. I decided to lay perfectly still but started thinking… if I could guess his name, I might be able to catch a photo of him. No one has ever been able to capture an icelandic ghost on a photo. As I am rather knowledgeable about history, I scanned my mind for this place’s story. I came to the conclusion that this was Össur Skarphéðinsson. I shouted his name and here you see the result! The Lost Ghost Össur signing his name on paper in Indonesia
I was a bit more than surprised during the Safari Trip I went on last summer. I came across these two bikers by Gæsavötn (Gooselakes). It’s not that it’s special traveling on bikes, but to travel in that area on bikes, is a bit special. Conditions are very rough, large rocks, soft sand, ankle-deep glacier water and very hard to cross the land in a good 4 weeler, let alone on a bike. I feel these young men could have picked an easier route to travel around the country. But they were in good spirits. The weather had been on their side for the journey and the scenery is breathtaking. http://www.photoice.com
This magical moment I capture is taken in Dalvík in a small town outside Akureyri in Northern Iceland.
The second weekend of August each year, local fishing and fish processing companies join forces to offer a great feast of seafood dishes and a programme of entertainment, all for free. The Great Fish Day is most certainly a day you do not want to miss, A variety of fish such as haddock, cod, salmon, redfish and catfish was prepared in various marinades and grilled in fourteen different areas. Dalvik residents used the longest barbecue in Iceland, measuring eight meters and equipped with twenty gas burners. What a wonderful weekend! Around 35.000 people were in this little town. Everybody enjoying fish and friendship.
The atmosphere was so wonderful, everybody happy and friendly.
Dalvik is a town on a synonymous cove, which branches off Bay Eyjafjordur, Iceland’s longest bay. The town is situated at the mouth of the fertile valley Svarfadardalur. Its economy is based on fishing and the fish industry, but the travel trade has shown steady increase. Like in most places in north and northwest Iceland skiing is a popular sport and the facilities rate among the best. There is a variety of interesting places to explore and daily whale watching cruises are on offer during summer.
In Recent years I have been forced by my deepest emotions to be in the Icelandic Interior in the last days of autumn, just before the winter moves in whit all his power, snow, cold, and blizzards. So this weekend I went up there whit my friend Jon where I took this picture. If you really want to get away from it all and forget who you are and what you are, then go to the interior of Iceland on the last day of autumn. It is nothing like you have every experienced before.
The mountainous terrain with its rocky deserts, craggy mountain peaks, icecaps, volcanoes, hidden valleys, hot springs, and lakes, is an awesome untouched wilderness.
Nature has painted the mountains, lakes, and moss, in yellows, greens and the blue sky in a shade you cannot describe in words.
The arctic lake beauty blooms bright magenta on this October day, where you can breath the clean air into your lungs, and can see where the lake starts to freeze, and you feel nature go to sleep for the long winter.
The interior was long all but accessible. Outlaws hid out for years at one time in the highlands, rustling sheep and keep away from law abiding citizens. While folklore tells of both natural and supernatural beings, who lay in wait for unwary highland travelers.
But journeys across the interior, were never undertaken lightly; such travel was always risky and lives were often lost.
Weather in the interior is always unpredictable, and fast flowing glacial rivers are difficult obstacles.
Undanfarinn 5 ár hef ég alltaf farið upp í Veiðivötn um þetta leiti til að njóta fegurðarinnar í náttúrunni, en svona seint á haustin þegar vötnin eru um það bil að frjósa og landslagið hefur tekið á sig sterka liti og konstrast er þetta nánast ólýsanleg sjón, þarna togast á í manni hversu landið er annaðhvort harðneskjulegt eða fagurt og hvernig okkur dettur í hug að búa hér á hjara veraldar, eða fegurðin nær að blekkja mann frá harneskju landsins og þá upplifir ég mig eins og ég sé á paradís á jörð.
Ég velti því fyrir mér samt sem áður, hvort Hr. Bjarni Ármannsson hafi upplifað þvílíka fegurð í dag eða hvort hann hafi verið hugsjúkur hema hjá sér að spekúlera hvernig hann geti eignast eina krónu í viðbót.
Í þetta sinn kom Jón Sigurgeirsson vinur minn með í ferðina.
My younger daughter gave me a call tonight and was asking me since when did you become a story writer? It was a sort of a blank answer, but afterwards it came to my mind, when she was a little kid I told her fairy-tail stores, and I made them all up on the spot. So now I am posting this picture along whit a story for her. I am so proud of her and how do you say it in English? I love you too. hug and kisses.
And it is in English so the Polish people in Iceland can read it.
When you come to a quiet and beautiful sight like this, you start to think back in time, and start to imagine how it was to live at the time when this farm was in full bloom of life, and how life was here. I know, and I can imagine how great a story is about this farm. But none had written the story of this wonderful and mystic farm. Still being here at this quiet place, picturing, mooting, and storytelling, whereabouts in my imagination is like it has been here forever exactly like this. When picture is taken, a story popped up in my mind.
Because of hard and coolness of this country for centuries, people in Iceland took rather too seriously a proverb in the ancient poem Hávamál, which says: “Speak what needs to be said, or stay silent.” As a rule, politicians find it difficult to follow that advice today all over world. One exception was President Coolidge of the United States of America, who was most famous for how little he said; and it was no easy task to get the President to speak a single word. An elegant woman who was seated next to him at a dinner once had to put up with the fact the President did not say a word to her all evening. Eventually she lost her patience and said: Mister President, you really must say something, because I made a bet with my friend that I could get you to say at least three words to me. The President Coolidge looked at the woman and said: You lose.
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