Artist: Tim Rains

We left our kayaks at low tide, a stark yellow stripe in the brown mud. We walked over the sandy ridge and our eyes were filled with ice glittering in all its forms. McBride Glacier snaked its way down from the mountains and in the process spawned a thousand huge pieces of ice that tossed and turned on the tide. A crash of thunder announced another imminent arrival and the spaces between the bergs shifted, becoming a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of intense blues and blacks. We had arrived in a different world.