FLOEING

SERMILIK FJORD, EAST GREENLAND

Out on the fjord in a small boat, we feel the ice work its way under our skin. Conversation falls adrift as we become intent on following the floes. So alluring is their looming, floating transfiguration. Even in packs they're startlingly singular. Artless originals. Broken from something bigger yet themselves engulfing, they harbor their own atmosphere. We enter a fog of visions, infused with a desire to see more than we can know.