Grounded Iceberg, Arthur Harbor, Anvers Island, Antarctica

My photography has addressed both the manifold qualities of the places in our world and the myriad ways we experience our placement in it. I've covered a lot of territory in my travels, but of all the places I have directly experienced, Antarctica stands foremost as the single and signal place towards which my soul has been most insistently driven. When there, smack in its midst, I am where (to paraphrase my friend Barry Lopez) my soul feels most "right." Those of us who feel the pull of the Poles are fired by fierce and inexplicable passions. For my part, it has been when I'm on the Ice that I know I have felt the loom of epiphany; that I've gained my most intense awareness of the numinous. Here, above all else, clarity and transcendence prevail. On this harsh, austere and primordial continent, the compass of my embrace becomes its broadest. Here, in this uttermost place, awash in its wonder, I have, unfathomably, found a subsuming sense of grace. The work I do there takes on the cast