Same place, slightly different angle, completely different image.
As a child I would have played in such a place with miniature figurines of soldiers, pretending it was the edge of a giant glacier. I could do that for hours, moving troops, sending air cover, playing battles.
Without any thought of death. War was a game, death was the time between taking a figurine out of the game and positioning it anew. Some people grow old and still have those views. Many of them rule the world.
I hope you’re not getting bored. Fact is, I didn’t, and least of all of doing post-processing. Actually it’s a pleasure processing images of such chunks of ice, in order to bring out details that you can’t see in reality. When you’re there, you just see white. You take the image, hoping to later discover interesting structures. And rather often you do.