Kneeling we are almost eye to eye, when you look directly at the birds they shuffle like naughty children, nudging each other to the front of the group. When you look through the camera or away from them, you can hear them shuffling closer on the ice, occasionally they peer up the lens of the camera.
Author: Jenandbobo
The beauty of croissants
Nothing says decadent brunch more then a croissant, the flakey buttery sensation in your mouth. The crumbs that cascade over the plate, your lap and down your top as you take the first bite. I prefer mine loaded with brie, fresh tomato and a little sprinkle of salt and pepper… mmmmmm heaven.
A sunny day in paradise
The light shines on the glaciers highlighting the ancient blue glacial ice that peeks through the snow that has clung to the icy surface. It reflects off the snow and ice, bouncing up to blind my eyes as I walk across the station. Looking across the Islands and ice bergs it is easy to see that spring is only a few days way
If old buildings could talk
In Antarctica there are many old buildings, they are not old in years but they are steeped in history and have led a harsh life exposed to Antarctic weather, wind and snow blast them all winter, then summer delivers 23 hours a day of sunlight with no ozone filter. The old walls could tell stories of expeditioners who have sat around on a Sunday afternoon talking crap and playing cards
Gifts of affection
Every month I am away from home I buy Will a little present, just to let him know that I am thinking of him. In May I bought him 48 rolls of recycled toilet paper, 6 rolls of forest friendly paper towel and 12 boxes of forest friendly tissues all home delivered from who gives a crap, I felt that…
Squashed against humanity
all our small victories and joys, tears and home sick moments, squabbles and encouragements create our little ‘squash’ moments. Even in Antarctica we are all still squashed up against humanity
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…
…my only pair of jeans sustained a gymnastics related fatal injury AKA the jeans were not as flexible as me and ripped up the middle during a splits demonstration. This was approx. 3 months ago and has left me with King Gee pants, 2 pairs of green cords (WTF) and some lovely polar fleece trackies
When ‘normal’ is different
When the definition of normal is challenged and you have to figure out what is important
Finding the Emperor penguins
I desperately needed a weekend away, by Friday last week I was turning into a hater, there was not much empathy left in my heart and I needed a urgent recharge. Six weeks on station in a row was becoming a little bit like ground hog day and I was running out of love for every-one, hubby and family…
