Nord & Vellichor
Vellichor
Hey Nord, have you ever wondered what stories the glaciers hold before they melt?
Nord
Yes, every flake is a quiet story, and when they melt the silence tells you what it was before. I just watch and capture it.
Vellichor
It’s a quiet kind of archive, isn’t it—those tiny flakes writing their own lines and then vanishing. Keep filming, just don’t let the frame forget the hush between them.
Nord
Indeed. I keep my camera still, letting the silence fill the frame.
Vellichor
That stillness is a silent archive, each frame a small book. Let it whisper back to you, and you’ll read its patterns in the hush.
Nord
You read a lot. I just let the ice speak. The photos stay quiet.