Two towers, proudly anchored in the surf. Not so long ago, perhaps only a short time ago, these two towers were an integral part of a grand castle - an ice castle - hidden deep on Europe's largest glacier, the Vatnajökull.
With time, the ice castle slowly but surely slid to the edge of the glacier, where it eventually crumbled away from the solid ice with a deafening sound and became part of the famous iceberg lake Jökulsárlón.
On the ice, the two towers were still relatively safe, but in the iceberg lake they were at the mercy of currents and wind. How many times had they drifted back and forth, towards the open sea only to return to the proximity of the glacier they were once part of?
Finally, the towers were seized by the tides and driven into the Atlantic by Iceland's shortest river, the "Jökulsá á Breiðamerkursandi". The fate the towers feared - slowly melting away and disappearing unnoticed into the oblivion of this giant ocean - seemed inevitable.
But the tide turned briefly. The towers washed up on the beach of Fellsfjara. One last time, they managed to stand proudly upright. Like two celebrities, they posed for one last time on the beach, enjoying the attention they received from the many photographers who had rushed over.
Yes, they would slowly dissolve in the immense mass of the Atlantic Ocean, disintegrating into billions of hydrogen molecules, probably to evaporate again one day and return as precipitation to a glacier, where they would again contribute to forming a new sculpture.
My name is Gerry van Roosmalen, photographer and author with a passion for images and stories that touch. After years in the corporate world, I followed my heart and chose photography in 2002. I completed the Fotovakschool in Apeldoorn, specialising in portrait and reportage photography.
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