T-poo

I logged onto this page the other day for the first time in a long time. Enough time to be surprised my previous journal entry. An entry that I wrote more than a year and two jobs ago. I read it with a longing for the ice that I don't think I will ever quite be able to quell. It is a strange thing to have that burning, almost painful desire to go where you know you do not belong, but it is there never the less. Much has happened since I last wrote, but not enough to occupy my thoughts at this moment, and as such you will read about little to none of it. All I can say today is that I write from a wobbly table in a little bagel shop in Jackson

People once beleieved that you could indeed fall off the edge of the earth. Since then science has proven them wrong. Science has forgoten about Antarctica, a place where one nearly could fall off the edge. where life hangs in such a delacte balance fighting against the harshest climate on the planet. Where people can still walk over the horizon into new uncharted terratories, where people can simply dissapear, never to be seen again. A place so harsh and pure and simple that it strains the heart to take it all in at once. I have been shooting up a storm since I have gotten down here, and while I beleive that many of the shots I have taken ar

So wow. I guess I really never got around to posting as much as I had hoped to this summer. I took some great pictures, but never found the time to get onto a computer and put them up. sorry about that. Anyways, this field season will be over in a couple of days and its time to start the next. In the next few days I will be traveling South to Antarctica, where for 2 and half months I will live on the sea ice studying seals. I expect it to be spectacularly beautiful, however I just hope that I do not find it too daunting to get some great shots while I am down there. (I am afraid it may be difficult to find enough contrast in a world of white)