Winter

We’ve had some beautiful skies lately. Fire red. What’s another word for sky?

That whole space, dome, all the air, that void around you, the entire thing,

the bell, the hemisphere is seems, fills with red. Excess light from a sun that

is still focused on Spain and far below our horizon. When the globe is visible,

it’s so bright we just get white. So I like it shaded, this way we see the glory

of the red. The sun’s overflow of light.

It’s not every day: just on clear days. Cloudy days are dark. So dark you trip

over your feet. Which makes me realise – it’s the cloud that makes days

dark, that obscures the light, not the lack of sun. There’s a moral in there

somewhere. Like when you fly above the clouds in a plane and suddenly it becomes

a glorious day despite the grizzliness below. But here, when you clamber above

the clouds, the stars and sometime moon are waiting. That’s the best bit. The

night sky is so full of stories.

I’ve had a few emails lately from friends and colleagues. ‘I hope you’re not

too lonesome down there’, ‘you must be pleased the light is returning’, ‘rest

assured the worst is over’, ‘you’re very brave’ and so on and so forth. I appreciate

the concern but feel like a bit of a con. Gnarly hard-core antarctic heroes

and all that. One hundred and five days of darkness, temperatures so cold it

doesn’t matter whether you speak in Farenheit or Centigrade (they cross at -40), blizzard conditions, isolation, the extremes of communal living. It is

all that, it is all that and more, but it’s easier for me than navigating the

streets of Manhattan, far less stressful, much simpler. There’s no questioning

what’s happening when it’s blowing a hoolie outside. More than that, the winter

is comforting somehow. I know some of my companions are struggling a bit without

the sun but so far it’s been my favourite time of year. And when the clouds

do part, well, there’s nothing close to it that can touch on it. The entire

sky is sunset light. The snow reflects pink. You realise that the sun, far away,

really truly is a ball of fire. And you get to see the stars. I’ll miss them

most when the light returns. But like the clouds, I just have to remember that

they’re there, even if I can’t see them.

I’m reading a book at the moment about the first international antarctic expedition

in 1949-52 (Foothold on Antarctica by Charles Swithinbank). So far, it is all

very familiar: the work, the weather, the struggles and highlights, even the

clothing and equipment. Sixteen men wintering for 2 years to study science.

It makes me smile when there are translations for words I use daily: sastrugi,

dunnage, mirage. However much our society develops, some things here will never

change. Dogs may leave, women and internet may arrive, but the place is the

same, the conditions will always be the same, and, to a certain extent, so will

the people who come down here. He talks about the different jobs – the

scientists and techies, the doctor who works all night and is never up for breakfast,

the meteorological observers who work shifts, record the weather every three

hours and launch daily met balloons.

It makes me see my job as a scientist down here in a new light – as part

of a long tradition. Gives it more purpose and reason somehow, something to

be proud of. The tents are identical and so are the supplies boxes used on a

field trip: tent box, pots box, personal box. We even have manfood boxes still,

all the same size, all designed to fit on a sledge and laid out inside the tent

according to the same tried and tested system. They even use the same stoves,

lamps and pots and keep the snow on the same side of the tent for melting. I

like it. It feels very familiar. I haven’t been very interested in reading about

past antarctic adentures until now because I wanted to form my own opinions

first. But now that I’m here, it seems to me that in some ways not much has

changed in the past 50 years and not much will change, however hard we try.

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5 Responses to Winter

  1. Jame says:

    Wicked.

  2. Ulla and Ruedeger says:

    Happy Birthday to you, good spirits and very good health

    Love Ulla and R‚ąŹdeger

  3. dani says:

    Wow left speechless by the beautiful pictures.

    I just stumbled upon this site and am offering my “wow”.

    I on the other hand am in Vegas of all the places in the world for a fashion convention and the temperature hits over 100F.

    I wish I was there with you.

  4. soudipta das says:

    it was a feast to the eyes

  5. steve says:

    What a fascinating life you must lead, the stars must have been fantastic. All we get to see is lights from the street, i can only but imagon the sites you have seen. keep up the good word and keep showing the picks

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