11 February 2012

Leaving the Brujo Glacier


The Brujo Glacier slipped out of sight; a curtain of rain slid over the fjord. The Evangelista motored steadily back towards the main channel, leaving the sea to its silence, and the gently rocking icebergs faded into the gloom. Rock, ice, water, and the southern beech forest — saturated, dripping. I wanted to know everything about the lives living in this hard and wonderful place.


[7 December 2011, Panasonic Lumix GH1, 100–300 mm at 252 mm, ISO 100, 1/160 at f11]

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5 comments:

The Elephant's Child said...

Thst is truly beautiful. Thank you.

butuki said...

There aren't many people I know personally who want to see the world in much the same way I do, or who would look at a scene like this and feel joy and wonder well up in their chests... but you do, every time. And you capture it in your photos. I love the forlornness and the self-containment of the landscape.

pohanginapete said...

Elephant's Child, you're welcome. Thank you :^)

Miguel, thank you. Somehow I knew you'd appreciate this kind of photograph. :^)

Zhoen said...

Smeared and mysterious.

pohanginapete said...

Zhoen, yes. Definitely.