When I first arrived in Antarctica on New Year’s Eve in 2009, I was humbled. The vast ocean, the towering icebergs, the magnitude of what it meant to be human in a place so hostile and yet so beautiful — it left me in awe of the little blue space dot we call home. I hadn’t felt that kind of wonder or had that kind of perspective in a while, and it never really went away. For more than a decade now, that is what I’ve worked to capture and share in my images and stories — an unexpected sense of scale that juxtaposes what we feel with what we know.
AFAR, September 16, 2019 From childhood, “Endurance,” the classic story about Ernest Shackleton’s ill-fated trip to cross the White Continent on foot, ignited a thirst for adventure. As an adult, I got to visit—and every trip left its mark. The First Expedition, 2010A tangerine moon rose full and bright, floating over the folds and peaks […]
...and that is the uncomfortable reality of nature: that it is indescribable beauty and arbitrary destruction.