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Immerse yourself in the awe-inspiring narrative of the Giants’ Fall in Greenland, skillfully documented by the renowned photographer Tobias Hägg, widely known as Airpixels on social media. Tobias Hagg is a passionate videographer and photographer who hails from the outskirts Stockholm, Sweden. He has a passion for exploring landscapes and adventures and embracing the grandeur and beauty of the outdoors.
Tobias, a globetrotter and filmmaker, travels to the furthest reaches on Earth, capturing moments in time from unique perspectives. The story unfolds as our boat is embraced and swept away by its gentle currents. The vast ocean spreads across the horizon. It reveals deep green nuances under the light and soft fog. The ocean appears dark and intimidating, despite its serene atmosphere.
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“Our journey is hindered by scattered ice, gracefully slowing our progress as we navigate toward the open sea. Fragments of broken ice mirror our movements, creating a swirling dance. Tobias Hägg’s lens skillfully captures these mesmerizing moments, offering a glimpse into the intricate beauty and untamed nature of Greenland’s colossal landscape.”
The pattern is hypnotizing. Despite my layers of clothes, I´m freezing. I’m used to this, having been raised in the North. But this is different. I´m in the middle of a monochrome landscape optimized to withstand the cold and darkness during long periods. As the boat takes us further out, I´m starting to realize that it will take time for me to adjust to this.
The thin curtain of mist goes up over the water as the boat gently guides us through one of the most spectacular surroundings I´ve ever seen. Around me, silhouettes ice blocks of enormous size appear. We are floating between large sculptures made of ice, in various shapes and shades of white. It is difficult for me to see what I am looking at because nothing remains in the moment. It moves constantly with the water streams. The sculptural land is moving faster that our boat can keep pace.
We enter small, isolated passages with complicated shapes of ice. Smooth lines and sharp corners. I can clearly hear the ice redefining the shapes of its ice, since the only sound that I hear is the dripping of water. We are passing through large walls of ice. I just try to look up, to see how high they go. At sea, huge blocks of ice can travel by themselves, obscuring their true size. As if they hadn’t already intimidated me by their proportions, reflections in the water sure do. They shine when the light hits their white glossy surfaces.
I hear the cracks in the ice, and I see it. Mountain blocks of glacial ice slowly drop to the ocean. The process is dramatic. Even though it appears so soft as the waves head towards the dark waters, they are still very powerful. When they finally touch the ground below them, small waves form and a 200-meter-high iceberg appears behind these large waves. As the boat bounces back and forth on the water, my heart does too. My mind was so occupied by the landscape´s captivating beauty that I forgot about the risks of being this close to these enormous walls of ice. The waves are bringing us away from the huge mountains of snow. Once again, I´m leaving a different landscape behind me from what I saw just minutes ago.