The last Glacier

There is something profoundly humbling about standing before the icebergs of the Arctic Ocean — their slow drift, their subtle cracking and hissing, the delicate balance of these immense forms in motion. During my journeys through Iceland and the Scandinavian Arctic Circle, I found myself studying their structure and surface, the silent choreography of water flowing beneath and between the fractures.

To observe ice is to witness both permanence and fragility at once — a reminder of how we move through our own constructed worlds, seeking balance amid speed and noise. Nature, in its frozen stillness, reveals an intelligence we too often overlook. It recalibrates the way we see, the way we live.

I know I’ll return north again. Before the familiar landscapes of our planet shift beyond recognition, Greenland calls as the next point of reflection.