As I stood before the hanging glacier, my heart quickened with a reverence for the timeless spectacle of nature's craftsmanship. The glacier, suspended like a glistening jewel in the serrated embrace of the mountains, exuded an otherworldly beauty. Its frigid contours, sculpted over millennia, captured the ethereal dance of light and ice. I felt an artist's kinship with this frozen behemoth, striving to preserve its essence with my lens while being overcome with a profound sadness over what was to come.
A photograph taken by awhurst.
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