Krossfjorden, Svalbard, Norway
The hanging garden, last week lush with summer's nurture, now cropped by hurried hungry ungulates, muted by winter's first breath.
Rock walls briefly dark with melting face are brushed with soft white pallor of autumn's touch.
Ageless stones and dying glaciers, older than countless human generations, repeat the message that we are imperceptible in the landscape and a blink in time.
The hanging garden, last week lush with summer's nurture, now cropped by hurried hungry ungulates, muted by winter's first breath.
Rock walls briefly dark with melting face are brushed with soft white pallor of autumn's touch.
Ageless stones and dying glaciers, older than countless human generations, repeat the message that we are imperceptible in the landscape and a blink in time.
