The snow and the ice are melting. Blue
skies have come to the arctic, the days are crisp and bright, and there is no real
darkness anymore, only a navy-blue submarine midnight.
Last week I walked along the edge of the
fjord with an audio recorder, to capture some of the sounds of the thaw.
I stood between two small streams of water
flowing over rocks and pebbles into the fjord.
I lay on a flat slate-like rock, so smooth it almost felt soft, and recorded the melting of a large slab of ice. The sound is very musical. There was some water dripping into the cavity between the ice and the rock, but most of these sounds were coming from inside the ice itself: an invisible polyphonic thawing process.
