God of Wednesday

Whenever I see an Icelandic turf house, especially from the back, I think of the opening of Tolkien's The Hobbit: "In a hole i...

On a sunny day in Iceland, when I'm traveling east out of Rekjavik, it's almost impossible not to detour to Thingvellir, as I ...

British writer Sarah Moss and I are kindred spirits. Shortly after I visited Greenland to see Viking Age archaeological sites in 2006, I...

The first time I flew to Iceland, in 1986, I felt immediately at home. It was a strange feeling. I’d grown up in deep oak wood...

Here's an essay I wrote for a contest (didn't win) about riding horses in Iceland: "There's no bad weather, only ...