We sat completely silent, seven of us, for awhile. Then we heard the internal crack and low boom that meant a calving. After a short while a gentle swell emerged from under the edge of the glacier and washed toward and under the zodiac. So friendly but I felt a tinge of foreboding anyway…think of the acres of glacial break off in Antarctica, how those waves must be. Again, there was a moment of being in all-time. Just the earth going on about its earth-moving/making/changing business.
A gallery and a poem. Glaciers and Icebergs.