Friday, January 26, 2007

Antarctica Journal day13 - January 26, 2007

Last night we came to a very special place. The iceberg was a giant blue arch with an azure pool at the bottom. We photographed for an hour trying to catch the best light. One thing about photographers - they are rabid. It has become such a competitive business: to get the picture, to tell the story, to have something no one else has - they are willing to take enormous risks.

So we shot until the light had gone flat and anchored and in the middle of the night, it happened. The arch collapsed, the berg turned and that was that. Gone.

Fog this morning. Good. I will try and get organized. My locker is full of skulls and meds and dirty socks.

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