Sunday, February 5, 2012

Infinite Ice: Patagonia's Glaciers


"Whereof one cannot speak, one must pass over in silence".


Like many of the people on the walkways, expertly woven into the forest slopes, we look on in silent awe. It's partly to listen to the thundering of the glacier, but also I think being rendered speechless at the enormity and the splendour. Perito Moreno sounds alternately like distant artillery, gunshots, canon fire in the silence. Sometimes the thunderclap is something invisible moving in the interior of this icy mass. Occasionally, a great monolith is loosed, and the sonic boom and waves follow. 



The Girls can only take so many detonations and shades of blue, but Flo and I could stay for many more hours, if not days. Watching, listening and waiting for movement, or simply marvelling at the colours as the sun and clouds move in the sky. Reverence in the face of something vastly greater than yourself. 











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