On our way to the mirador beyond Campamento Britanico, we stopped to admire the light on Paine Grande's glaciers. For a few seconds, sunlight grazed the top of the glacier near Cumbre Norte (the north summit), and I managed a couple of quick photographs. Then the light vanished.
I'm now in Ushuaia, the furthest south I've ever been. In a few days I begin the long journey north again.
[Update: New post just published on Pohanginapete]
[20 November 2011, Panasonic Lumix GH1, 100–300 mm at 252 mm, ISO 100, 1/1600 at f8]
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4 comments:
Another sort of river.
Zhoen, yes — rivers slowed to near-geological time. I find glaciers both scary and endlessly fascinating.
Light really is magical isn't it.
Transient, too, Leonie. Need to work fast sometimes.
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