In Love with Antarctic Blues
The Sami people, who live in the northern tips of Scandinavia and Russia, have as many as 1,000 words for “reindeer.”
If any human civilizations were ever established in Antarctica, they would easily have twice as many words to describe the blues in Antarctica. The blues intertwined with the grays, melting the clouds the snow and the waters together. Not so much a painting, more like the palette of a painter, the origin of creativity.
One of our multitalented guides, Brook, wrote a sensual poem that I thought really captured the spirit of the blues we saw throughout the trip.
Glacier Blue
Ceracs hang in indecision
Tempting ocean’s mouth
Teasing glacier’s tongue
Bergy bits in the makingConception of blue
A blue that begins
With no reason to believe in ending
A blue to accompany symphonies
A blue that tangos
With twilightGlacier blue rises
To meet the eye
Like high tide riding in on
The back of white thunderThis blue plays you a saxophone riff
This blue puts you
In a mood
That defies gravityStegasaurus ice spines
Murmur of distant past
Memories like fossilized shells
Imprint beneath this hueGlacier blue
Tattoos itself with certainty
On the center of your soul
Immortalized in rapture~ Brooke Edwards
Last but not least…
Some surprises as the sun barely dips into the horizon.
Like the iceberg that only shows 10% of its mass above water, these photos are no where near the real thing!
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