and begins to speak in monuments.
One of those places lies off the coast of Iceland, on the windswept volcanic island of Heimaey — a place built from fire, carved by storms, and shaped by time so ancient it feels almost holy.
A stone elephant.

Not carved by human hands, not arranged or sculpted or forced into being — but patiently shaped by the earth itself. Towering over the waves, its great “trunk” appears to dip into the cold northern water as if drinking from the sea after a long and weary journey.Continue reading…