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.
Iron Horse Literary Review, 2018Solas Award for Best Travel Writing 2017 Some names have been changed. Useless. I wiped at my sunglasses with my dirty hands, trying to clear the droplets that settled on the lenses. The water smeared and streaked, creeping into dust filled crevices and turning to mud. It became even harder […]
...and that is the uncomfortable reality of nature: that it is indescribable beauty and arbitrary destruction.