It was after the sun set, in the melancholy blue light, that these giant majestic icebergs evoked a feeling of loss.

I perched myself steadily in a small boat owned by Öle, a local fisherman from Ilulissat, who navigated the freezing waters of Disko Bay. I wanted to capture each iceberg's character – its vulnerability. To me, these photographs are portraits rather than landscape scenes.

Each iceberg is thousands of years old. Layer upon layer of compacted snow turns into ice forming a glacier. The weight of new snow causes it to move slowly toward the sea where icebergs calve and float into open water to live out there existence.