I arrived home yesterday evening, although unsurprisingly I didn't have time to post; I was more preoccupied spending nearly an hour trying to wash salt and sulphur out of my hair (nice).
At times it was annoying not having my camera to capture more tricky things like the insanely clear and starry sky, the sweeping mountains, or pools of water filled with coins, or the Norther Lights. So you can imagine how delighted I was to have managed to take this photo of a rainbow at the bottom of a waterfall.
I find rainbows fascinating. In nature, they are so beautiful in their unnatural colour scheme. In fashion, I am yet to see a rainbow design which isn't instantly tacky.
Maybe this is something to do with the fine balance required for a rainbow. You need two constrasting weather types: sun and rain. This in itself fascinates me because it is a reminder that life is always about opposites, happiness and sadness, sun and rain, however (or perhaps therefore) it is beautiful.
There is that myth about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I love little stories like that, creations of the imagination which have charmed us so much that they have endured. When I was away, our tour guide told us many stories about elves and trolls and ogres and ghosts. On the final day, he said to us:
'Thank you. For many years now, fewer humans believe in these creatures. I believe that perhaps this is something to do with the advent of the electric light. But as long as someone believes, they will stay alive. So thank you for believing, and they will stay alive because of you'
Yes, I chuckled a little, but I also think that it's a sweet thought that leprechauns and elves, trolls, ghosts and ogres do exist in the most beautiful realms of nature.