A glacier tongue, photographed from a research flight.
From four thousand feet, the ice looks calm. It is not. Meltwater has carved channels the width of a motorway, and the edges of the glacier retreat a little further every summer.
The images were taken during a survey flight and are shared here as part of our coverage of the changing north.
The cranes never stop. A look at the port after dark.
When the offices close, the square belongs to everyone else.
Fortress, fishing boats and a very blue sea.
A short tour of the rooms where research still happens by lamplight.
