Maybe the sky blossoms into a new hue. Perhaps soil stops the green from growing anew? And the ice from the mountains stop at the firth. Oh, what is it like at the end of the earth? PHOTOS: JAVED MIANDAD, LOCATION: ALASKA, USA, TEXT: KAZI AKIB BIN ASAD
Maybe the sky blossoms into a new hue. Perhaps soil stops the green from growing anew? And the ice from the mountains stop at the firth. Oh, what is it like at the end of the earth? PHOTOS: JAVED MIANDAD, LOCATION: ALASKA, USA, TEXT: KAZI AKIB BIN ASAD
Maybe the sky blossoms into a new hue. Perhaps soil stops the green from growing anew? And the ice from the mountains stop at the firth. Oh, what is it like at the end of the earth? PHOTOS: JAVED MIANDAD, LOCATION: ALASKA, USA, TEXT: KAZI AKIB BIN ASAD
Maybe the sky blossoms into a new hue. Perhaps soil stops the green from growing anew? And the ice from the mountains stop at the firth. Oh, what is it like at the end of the earth? PHOTOS: JAVED MIANDAD, LOCATION: ALASKA, USA, TEXT: KAZI AKIB BIN ASAD
Maybe the sky blossoms into a new hue. Perhaps soil stops the green from growing anew? And the ice from the mountains stop at the firth. Oh, what is it like at the end of the earth? PHOTOS: JAVED MIANDAD, LOCATION: ALASKA, USA, TEXT: KAZI AKIB BIN ASAD
