My photography took a sharp turn in the Fall of 2007 when I went to work at McMurdo Station, Antarctica. I was just a lowly dishwasher, scrubbing pots and moping floors, but it opened up the world to me. I saw things I never thought I'd see. I did things I never thought I'd do.
And I found myself in a place that demanded attention. The contrast of ancient, striking beauty alongside 60 years of isolated, industrial human settlement pulled me in opposite directions: from the 12,000-foot steaming volcano and hour-long sunsets over a frozen ocean to the 2-million-gallon fuel tanks and constant rumble of heavy equipment. I saw everything through the lens of my camera.
I took a shit load of photos.
ATTENTION!!
These photos should be viewed on a large monitor, laptop, or tablet, but in the very least, turn your device sidewards. kthxbye!
After only a few days at McMurdo I knew I would be returning. I sensed something very special about that place and 4 months was barely going to scratch the surface. The beauty, the community, the isolation: it wrapped its arms around me and I was at home.
I had to come back to The Ice.