Disappearing Ice

January 01, 2014  •  11 Comments

TitanicTitanicGiant newborn icebergs recently calved from an Icelandic glacier gather in a small bay before heading out to sea. The water in this ice was captured – frozen -- long ago… long before humans were a twinkle in God’s eye. Over several days, we witnessed a massive beached iceberg shrink to a hand-sized lump, and I felt sad. Iceland. We are living in an exciting, albeit dire (for humans), time on this planet. Global warming, climate change, water wars, sea level rise - now common stories in the news.

While I generally write about Florida, this wintery month I'm taking you far afield.  In November 2007, I had the great fortune to spend several weeks in Iceland where I could see some of the unfolding drama of our warming earth for myself. It was humbling to try to capture in my photographs the intensity (and perhaps immensity) of the moments we experienced in this land of fire and ice.


The explosive rumble of a fracturing glacier crashing into the sea. The whip of cold wind on the face... so strong, it’s hard to remain standing. The sting of icy rain. The shroud of fog blanketing the landscape. The numb fingers and wet cameras. These things don’t show their boldness or bluntness in the photographs, except in our memories of the experiences.  Look closely at this next one - that's Crystal perched on the precipice hundreds of feet above the ocean rocks.


Sunshine was precious, though rain, fog or wind didn’t stop us from hiking and exploring. We visited the Snaefelsnes Peninsula, where a massive volcano is roofed by a beautiful glacier and most residents are personally familiar with magical neighbors - elves, trolls, or fairies - who live in the moss-draped lavarock.


Then the land of fire around Hveragerdi, where geysirs, boiling pools, sulphurous steam vents, mudpots, and hot rivers offer free geothermal energy to those who live there. 

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Next on to the south coast, Vik, and the vast sandur, where glaciers have shaped the land, fertile farms nestle beneath graceful waterfalls, and it’s sheep vs. fence in a rugged terrain.


Finally to Europe’s largest glacier, Vatnajokull -- the feature of this month's blogpost.  It was there we had our personal encounters with the warming planet and saw the Disappearing Ice for ourselves.

Having driven along the south coast past rugged mountains with glaciers pouring through their gaps, past countless waterfalls and sculpted cliffs - mostly invisible to us under dense cover of fog - our first real encounter with The Ice was at Vatnajokull. And it was a mind-boggling encounter! Face to face, hands on, incredibly awesome.

We awakened in our farmhouse cabin in Hof to a clear sky. Hallelujah! I could hardly wait for Crystal, Sue, and Jeff to get ready to go. We were headed to the nearby iceberg-filled bay, Jokulsarlon.
Jokul = glacier, and sarlon = lagoon. One of the glacier’s "tongues", called Breidamerkurjokull, licks this deep lagoon that has a narrow opening into the North Atlantic.


Every day, chunks of ice the size of houses (or department stores!) calve off the lip of the mighty ice and fall into the lagoon. In 1975, the lake was less than 3 square miles. Due to the melting and receding glacier, it has now grown to 7 square miles, and reaches depths of 650 feet. The "glacier calves" then slowly make their way out to sea... either as icebergs or, having melted, as new seawater. This water froze thousands of years ago during the late Pleistocene epoch.. Tasting this ice and drinking its ancient water felt comparable to being graced with a toast of a priceless vintage wine.

We arrived early. You didn’t need to see the morning frost on the ground to know that the temperature with wind chill was well below freezing. But I was so excited by the golden light on the vast bay full of icebergs that I rushed off and left my gloves and hat in the trunk for the first half hour. We spent 2 hours hiking along the shore, marveling at ice formations, the glacier, and the mountains. (For scale, that tiny solitary figure below is Jeff.)


Some small delicately carved ice sculptures floated near the shore -- tiny remnants of once mighty bergs. Further out were mini-bergs of odd shapes.

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_MG_2434_MG_2434 And beyond them were the massive icebergs... some white, some black, and some blue. The white ones have had their surfaces scrubbed and melted away by the elements, the black ones are fresher, still carrying the surface soil and gravel that had blown onto the glacier, and the blue ones have freshly rolled, exposing their water-saturated bellies to the sky.

Around 10:30 a small coffee shop opened. We warmed up and bought tickets for the boat ride into the lagoon. The boat was a Vietnam-war-vintage amphibious steel truck-boat with big wheels that we boarded by the parking lot. Our driver then took the road around a few hills before plunging into the bay. What a strange experience driving into and out of the water in one vehicle. (Foggy shot of boat below was made next day.)

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Once afloat, we meandered among the large icebergs, awed by their mass and beauty and grateful for the sunlight that made them glisten. We could almost touch the giants. Accompanying us from time to time were harbour seals, who feasted on the bounty of fish in the lagoon. And eider ducks swam beside the icebergs, ducking under ledges or into cracks when threatened.
The icebergs move along with the ebb and flow of the tide, piling up as they run aground. Most never leave the lagoon as ice, shrinking into the small lovely crystals near shore. How long might it take for one of the behemoths to turn into a delicate little ice figurine? As visitors here, we generally only get a single snapshot view of the process. The larger pieces that make their way through the narrow channel, under the bridge, and into the sea immediately meet with swift currents and ocean waves. We walked alongside their path and out to the beach where several impressive icebergs had become beached. Here we could look deeply into their ancient ice, or marvel at their curves and hollows. We could walk right into crevices in them. They felt so old and solid. 

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The next day was a doozy - fog, wild winds, and driving rain.Our only venture out was a second visit to Jokulsarlon (a second snapshot) ... even that was challenging keeping the car on the road. When we returned to the very same spot on the beach, all that was left were a few beachball-size bits of ice. Were we really at the same spot? Did a high tide carry the icebergs away? As our incredulity melted away, we knew as sure as sun rises that the behemoths had turned to water, shockingly, overnight!


(This post is an updated edit from a 2007 blog, published in a now defunct format/website.  Not many people saw my blog back then. I felt it interesting enough for a winter 2014 re-run. I plan to re-post other highlights from my 2006 - 2013 Blogger site from time to time. Hope you enjoyed!  Comments most welcome!   d)  





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Thanks to all for your kind comments. Look for a new post sometime around the first of each month. Or send me your email address and ask that I put you on my "Photoblog List" - I'll send you the link monthly via bcc email. Hope to see you out on the trail!
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My Daughter Catherine Bray shares with me yout extraordinary photography. Your work is a feast for the eyes and soul...Thank you!
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Wow, breathtaking work! Thanks for sharing such alien beauty.
Great photos. A great travel blog, like I was there.
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Wonderful work, David! Better you than me.
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