1990s
Icebergs and a kayak, the Danish biologist who never stopped
The boats under the mountains, the morning we changed anchorage
The schooner among the ice, our supply run
Icebergs in the mist, day nine, no sampling possible
Tall ships in the cold water, the regatta nobody expected
The iceberg in the calm fjord, my own reflection somewhere in it
Two bergs off Nuuk on the way south
Icy water and snowy peaks from the bow, the last week
The winter coastline at Nuuk on the way home
The rocky coast under a blue sky, the season doneSix weeks on a research vessel in Disko Bay, logging what the icebergs carried out of the fjord. The first season I understood I was making an archive.