Explored my first ice cave last February in Iceland. The experience was hard to put into words.
Do you see her beauty
Slithering beneath a rock
Soaring over tree tops
Floating through the seas.
Tread ever so lightly
Or this will all be just a memory.
Jökulsárlón, Iceland, 2017
This beach was incredible. We arrived an hour before sunrise and wandered the beach watching the glistening ice reflect the first light in the sky.
(Foreground ice lit with an LED flashlight.)
Since I started paddle boarding back in 2013, I have always wanted to paddle in icy waters and my recent trip to Alaska allowed me to do that.
It was exhilarating and also a bit nerve racking because the ice was moving incredibly quickly around me, despite not much of a measurable current being present.
The icebergs you see in the water here all fell from the John Hopkins Glacier in the background. Over time, the ice leaves the inlet and makes the way out into open water where it is broken up into smaller and smaller pieces, melting until the pieces have vanished.
I took my DSLR onto my paddle board this morning to get a few unique shots amongst the ice. I was nervous to say the least, but the camera was inside a protected and inflated dry bag until the moment I was ready to take a photograph.