Memory is like a library where information is stored in the form of memories so that it can be easily accessed even after a long time. Just like memories, glaciers store valuable information for the history of our planet. Each winter, information in the form of snow and debris is added to the outer layer of the glacier. They are therefore the memory of past winters, the memory of our mountains. 
Unfortunately, in the last century the climate of the planet has begun to change, seriously endangering the survival of these natural memories due to increasingly high temperatures. 
It is for this reason that I decided to dedicate part of my photographic project to glaciers: my intent is to show through my images this natural element so majestic and wonderful, that we are risking to lose forever.
Since I started to travel, I immediately set out in search of breathtaking shapes, obviously in the midst of nature, and immediately at the sight of my first glaciers I was fascinated. The morphology of the ice gives unique shapes and intense colors. That strong and impactful blue that shyly lights up inside the crevasses is a joy for the eyes. 
During my first trip to Iceland I stayed for hours looking at them even from a distance; from that moment glaciers became a passion for me. 
So I became interested in winter mountaineering and I started to learn and experiment with techniques and safety maneuvers and I also bought the right equipment. I wanted to see more of them and come back to see them after years.
This summer I returned to Iceland for the second time, this time with the intent of delving deeper into its ice giants. 
The first glacier we visited was in the Vatnajokull National Park, home to the ice cap of the same name, the largest ice cap in Europe, recognizable from airplanes and the international space station for how big it is. That day we left the car in a clearing by the side of the road and started walking without paths and without too many ideas. The only destination was the endless ice flow that we could see on the horizon. In Iceland it's really easy to find yourself in the middle of nowhere, there were no paths, just moss, lots of moss, rocks and ice in the distance. After a long time we reached the ice. It was huge but also dangerously unstable. Every 15-20 minutes we could feel the power of a large ice breakout, it was like a clock ticking away our time. In addition to this, which is normally a natural phenomenon of sliding ice, the conditions were not safe at all, the melting torrents were in flood and the ice was visibly wet. The ground on which it rested was marshy and we encountered several mud puddles where we sank to our knees, as if we were on quicksand. That day we decided not to try to climb the glacier but to explore only the surrounding environment.
Over the next few days, unfortunately, the Icelandic weather forced us into many changes of plans. We therefore waited for a window of good weather to be able to venture out onto the ice and we chose to ascend the outlet tongue of Solheimajokull, a glacier coming from the second Icelandic ice cap, the Myrdalsjokull, to the south of the island. I had already seen this glacier two years before and it was impressive to notice the differences even after only two years. It's morning, after a quick breakfast of hot tea and two boiled eggs made in the kettle, in the trunk of the car we get ready to reach the attack of the glacier. After about half an hour of walking the super glacier begins to show itself, leaving evident its enormous vastness. 
Arriving at the ice, we looked for an access point that could act as a natural ramp to be able to approach the ice and without too many obstacles we finally climbed the mass. These glaciers, of volcanic origin, are different from ours in the Alps because of the presence of very dark magmatic ash that covers some parts of the surface. This ash creates a really striking contrast with the bright blue of the perennial ice, a detail that as a photographer I loved very much. We climbed up the glacier for several kilometers trying to memorize the track of ascent. This tongue of ice is a few hundred meters wide and the shapes are repeated schematically, making it difficult to remember your route. When we arrived in the middle of the glacier we started looking for the most beautiful crevasses, as if it were a photographic hunt, they were beautiful and had really photogenic colors and shapes. We went on for hours looking for these fantastic geometries, in the middle of one of the most beautiful scenarios that nature can offer us. We are truly grateful to have experienced that day intensely, and in Iceland it will certainly not be our last adventure.

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