|Franz Joseph Glacier- only a few years ago, the ice extended past the place I was taking the photo.|
During my 'Antarctic period' I became tangentially fascinated by glaciers, not only those in Antarctica but elsewhere. I dreamed about them, I wrote poems about them, I tried to imagine how I would make one but I'd never actually seen one for myself until last month.
|Dirty glacier grinding up the mountain and leaving a big mess of rocks. A bit like a mine, but slower and well, a natural process.|
|The terminal face from 500m which is the closest we could get with out a guide. Those crevasses are scary looking! I love how the ice is blue where its been recently exposed by a fall.|
Even though the Glacier visit was a sort of last minute add-on to our trip, it turned out to be the key that unlocked my thinking about how to respond to mining issues through my art. I was struck by the similarities and differences between mining and the natural processes that slowly grind down mountains into rocks and gravel carried across away the landscape.
|Rock striated by being dragged down the mountain by the glacier. I'm restraining myself from posting many more great rock photos from my South Island trip. Rocks were definitely the highlight for me- the West Coast is a geology-geek paradise.|
|At snowy Arthur's Pass, four kea were hanging around the railway workmen's barrel fire.|
|One of the cheeky kea found a workman's satchel, opened the flap, moved the thermos flask and unwrapped his sandwiches!|