Drawn on location in an accordion-fold sketchbook.
The French Glacier sits at the end of a massive valley leading up to the Haig Icefield. The glaciers have receded (ever faster with global warming) leaving huge moraines - piles of rock and rubble - behind.
When I look down on the scene, I see a slo-mo replay of this summer's flood in the mountains, which left gravel-filled creekbeds, churned-up alpine meadows and a slick of black mud over snow-covered streams. It makes me think about the way that rivers, whether ice or floodwater, rearrange the landscape.