
held my hand on ice for a while. it was a nice to feel something so powerful. when i lifted my hand my palms were completely pale. i couldn’t feel my fingers poking at it..

held my hand on ice for a while. it was a nice to feel something so powerful. when i lifted my hand my palms were completely pale. i couldn’t feel my fingers poking at it..




Echo Lake
National Geographic
February 1974
Holding on for life
You’ve been here before. You know the way.


