This is the Grand Pacific glacier, seen at the end of the Tar Inslet, in Glacier Bay, Alaska. My camera is pretty ancient, so it's not the best, sorry. But it was hard to capture any image with such a monochromatic landscape. It was as if the sky, land and sea were all mufffled and subdued. When the ship cut it's engine so that we could float gently alongside this glacial beauty, it was absolutely silent. All that I saw, from the ship's railings to the diaphanous blue turrets and minarets of the glacier's seracs were enveloped in a grey mist, like a cloak from Loth-Lorien. (Did I really just use a LOTR elf reference? Oh dear. Hey, at least I didn't start writing in elf runes. Cart me away when that happens, okay?)
Oh-and here we are at the Mendenhall glacier and Mendenhall lake which was strewn with icebergs. Our Juneauian (?) friend, Treavor used to swim in it when he was a kid. I guess there was a hidden sand bar that somehow made it much warmer to swim in, and tourists used to take photos of Treavor and his wild Alaskan clansmen swimming near the icebergs. This glacier is receding, although not all of them are receding, some are growing, but Al Gore keeps that one pretty quiet, dontcha think?
Okay, too tired to type.
Next time at least one from this list:
*My Most Embarassing Moment on the Cruise (In Which I Crash A Life Boat Drill)
*Update on October in the Garden (Key Ingredient: Procrastination)
*Review and recommendation of 'The Tale of Desperaux', by Kate DiCamillo
*Review of 'Bricks in the Cave' by Susan Harwood
But later, later.