Frozen
Frozen. Ice-cold. Icebound. Numb. Arctic. Arrested. There are many words that come into play when one thinks of frozen. It is not one word but an entire litany of senses. It captures more than just stillness. Whether it is seaweed frozen over the winter in sea ice, or an iceberg trapped, there is a stillness that overcomes the mind. Glacial forces shape the geology, but we rarely witness any movement. Even though the hundreds and even thousands of feet of circulating water lies beneath Eclipse Sound (between Baffin and Bylot Island), it freezes over and permits us to walk across it’s solid surface. The summer melt and break up on the floe edge creates cracks that appear petrified in the ice. Even clouds are on hold. Frozen, stopped, while the sun and moon are suspended as you gaze across at the broad panorama of the landscape. Even the aerial views of the glacier with it’s protruding moraine never seem to move.
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