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Jökulsárlón; Iceland
Worth a view large on black flickr2.netbits.co.uk/large/photo/3652998491
Glacial iceflows fascinate me. The combination of their age, beauty and erosive powers on the landscape have capitated since I studied them in textbooks as a schoolboy.
Imagine my delight then to come up close to one for the first time on our recent trip to Iceland.
There are many glaciers which can be viewed from Iceland's main southern road, and a few of these have easy access where you come to very close quarters with the glacier or even stand on the glacier, if you're feeling adventurous (which I was, but the pleadings of my wife not to be reckless won the day).
As we drove east we eventually arrived at Jökulsárlón, where ice from Iceland's largest glacier emplies into a glacial lake and eventually washes out to sea. I was in heaven :-)
We were lucky enough to come across a chunk of ice that had broken off from a larger section and washed ashore. I picked it up, admired its shape and form; amazed that it had made its journey from the top of the mountain down to the lake over 100s, probably 1000s of years, to eventually sit in the palm of my hand.
I placed it on this obliging rock, set the camera up, took the shot, then set it free - thowing it back into the lake from where it came.
It was a good day.
Jökulsárlón; Iceland
Worth a view large on black flickr2.netbits.co.uk/large/photo/3652998491
Glacial iceflows fascinate me. The combination of their age, beauty and erosive powers on the landscape have capitated since I studied them in textbooks as a schoolboy.
Imagine my delight then to come up close to one for the first time on our recent trip to Iceland.
There are many glaciers which can be viewed from Iceland's main southern road, and a few of these have easy access where you come to very close quarters with the glacier or even stand on the glacier, if you're feeling adventurous (which I was, but the pleadings of my wife not to be reckless won the day).
As we drove east we eventually arrived at Jökulsárlón, where ice from Iceland's largest glacier emplies into a glacial lake and eventually washes out to sea. I was in heaven :-)
We were lucky enough to come across a chunk of ice that had broken off from a larger section and washed ashore. I picked it up, admired its shape and form; amazed that it had made its journey from the top of the mountain down to the lake over 100s, probably 1000s of years, to eventually sit in the palm of my hand.
I placed it on this obliging rock, set the camera up, took the shot, then set it free - thowing it back into the lake from where it came.
It was a good day.