#icelandic birds

[witchstone]

European Golden Plover  Pluvialis apricaria Mosfellsbær, Iceland 64.114527, -21.507407 by johnharshman

[zegalba]

birds flying over the jurassic canyon of Iceland

[vangoghcore]

by sarah.bethea

[s-u-w-i]

Postcards from Iceland 🐟

[mothmiso]

Iceland 冰島, 2024 (2) (3) (4) by C.H Lam Photography

Via Flickr:

(2) (3) (4) Húsavík     

[minister-erik]

KRIA (Icelandic for arctic tern) - Composition Friday

© Erik McGregor - erikrivas@hotmail.com - 917-225-8963

[aestum]

(by chrisnanos)

[nostalgiaforinfinity]

just me and you on the rock

[ecoharbor]

📍Iceland 🇮🇸

[bugsdraws]

sketch after a tiresome long day

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Atlantic Puffin

Location: Westman Islands, Iceland

by Shane Kalyn

Audubon Photography Awards

[mistinajar]

iceland, circa 1200

my personal thought process and analysis under cut

iceland has always been an extremely isolated island, experiencing very little cultural change in its first few hundred years of inhabitance, and even then it was quite small.

in the canon comics portraying young iceland it was shown that he did not even know there were other nations like him out there, adding to how extremely isolating being an immortal on an island with just yourself and your bird friend would be.

visiting iceland for the other nations would be like travelling for weeks to have a babysitting gig. who would want to do that?

iceland only became a developed country in about the 20th century with industrialisation, population booms following the world wars, and the marshall plans economic benefits. there’s a lot of reason to believe he stayed as a young child for a very very long time.

the picture i draw features a very young iceland looking at an arctic tern chick. a migration of arctic terns are seen in the sky leaving without this chick.

arctic birds breed in the northern nations such as iceland and travel as far south as antartica for the summer.

hws iceland looks at the chick who will surely die young as he continues to live as a child for hundreds of years. like the chick, his family dont return for him even when he’s struggling and needs help and instead carry on without him.

the nothingness of the space above him is more representation of isolation as is how far up the migrating arctic terns are, illustrating the distance between him and all other nations.

he stands with his only friend, his puffin, as they watch a chick that both contrasts what he is yet resembles too much of himself and he envies the death that will become on it.

(close up)

[lichenaday]

Update from the field:

I am currently doing part of my field work in Iceland, where I am collecting samples from migratory birds to analyze for the presence of fungi and lichen propagules. So far it is has been aggressively slow, and so to avoid wanting to rip my hair-out as I stare at the apparently never-ending stream of rain, here are some pictures of my trip so far:

Here is my little work station where I am filling test-tubes with ultra-pure water

Here's my cool (note: very very warm) Iceland sweater that is perfect for field work on wet, chilly days

Here's the sunset over the harbor on the clearest day we've had so far

Here's this cool weird stick I found in a spruce grove. I have no idea why it grew like this (wide and flat as opposed to narrow and round like normal) so if anyone has any insight I would love to learn!

Here's the beautiful little spider who lives near one of the nets I use to catch birds

And here are some of the neighborhood cats I've met. I miss my cats terribly and so making friends with the local cats is a necessity, even though I wish people kept their cats indoors instead of letting them roam free (did you know that free-roaming and feral cats have devastating impacts on local bird populations?)

I am saving all my bird and lichen pictures for later so never fear, those are coming soon. For now, back to drinking endless cups of tea and reading scientific papers while checking the weather every five minutes.

[aestum]

(by david.prsl)

[nostalgiaforinfinity]

[wesley-de-cornualles]

The Juniper Tree, dir. Nietzchka Keene, 1990