By the Gray-Blue Sea
Ice calves in titanic chunks from great glaciers into beautiful blue lake waters, where it drifts and melts as an iceberg before one day finding its way through a narrow outlet into the pounding North Atlantic surf to be broken into the innumerable shards and shapes washed up on the adjacent black sand beaches near Jokulsarlon, Iceland.
Going through some old photo files the other day, I came across this shot from a late winter trip to Iceland back before the pandemic. It was a gray afternoon, threatening rain and who knows what other weather conditions in short order as is typical in Iceland. The unending waves were milder than I'd seen before, but still more than enough to relentlessly twirl and shake the multifaceted ice chunks that shined even in the dull, dim light.
Almost all the ice out there had been smashed into smaller pieces, and I was fascinated by this little one, shaped as it was like an old telephone receiver and seeming to hold just a bit of turquoise blue within. I never quite got the timing right as the ice shook and rolled at the surf's edge--but seeing this image again after the intervening years, I found it happily took me back to that day of glittering ice on black sands under spiritless skies.
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By the Gray-Blue Sea
Ice calves in titanic chunks from great glaciers into beautiful blue lake waters, where it drifts and melts as an iceberg before one day finding its way through a narrow outlet into the pounding North Atlantic surf to be broken into the innumerable shards and shapes washed up on the adjacent black sand beaches near Jokulsarlon, Iceland.
Going through some old photo files the other day, I came across this shot from a late winter trip to Iceland back before the pandemic. It was a gray afternoon, threatening rain and who knows what other weather conditions in short order as is typical in Iceland. The unending waves were milder than I'd seen before, but still more than enough to relentlessly twirl and shake the multifaceted ice chunks that shined even in the dull, dim light.
Almost all the ice out there had been smashed into smaller pieces, and I was fascinated by this little one, shaped as it was like an old telephone receiver and seeming to hold just a bit of turquoise blue within. I never quite got the timing right as the ice shook and rolled at the surf's edge--but seeing this image again after the intervening years, I found it happily took me back to that day of glittering ice on black sands under spiritless skies.
Thanks for viewing!