There is a time for action. There is a time for stillness. After days of long hikes and chasing northern lights around the bays and inlets of Juneau, Alaska, I am sitting still on a ridge overlooking Mendenhall Lake where the glacier has strewn a constellation of icebergs in the night-sky waters below. They drift like shards of fallen stars. Still as stones.
No, not that still. If I am patient, if I sit here long enough, I can detect the faintest change in their position, a slow drift. In fact, the whole landscape around me is a sculpture of motion — the slow churn of the glacier, the passing of clouds, even the hill I am sitting on is a product of motion, a “kame”, a kind of track the glacier left behind in its slow passage.
Yes, the icebergs are moving, but on a time scale that is so different than the human hustle and bustle that we have come to accept that we must adopt a different mindset to see it. Slow down. Look closely. It may look like nothing is happening but it is. Change is coming. Sometimes however, changes requires the patience of ice to be realized.
— Jeff Rennicke (all photography by the author unless otherwise noted)
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Look like clouds. Amazing.