Framed iceberg

This constitutes two very different memories. Firstly, visiting the iceberg and taking its photograph. It’s in southern Argentina, and we spent several hours in a bus to get there and back in one day. Secondly, having this photo in its frame displayed on the mantelpiece when I lived with my ex. We didn’t have much decoration up and I’d put up a few of my framed photos from holidays to cheer the place up. It’s gone into storage since moving out.