I haven’t told you much about the Arctic horses yet. They are beautiful survivors. They wander the taiga, over permafrost, in the coldest region of the world that is permanently inhabited by humans. They are semi-wild. People own them, but they feed themselves and wander far and free. No fences. Photo Eric Guth
Inspired by @jasperdoest ‘s beautiful post today, may you find a little piece of paradise this weekend. Photo by Eric Guth in Antarctica. Ice, ocean, petrel. It’s been a good week!!
Oomph. Photo by Eric Guth
Balance. As the nights get shorter for northerners they begin to lengthen down here in the Antarctic. We’ll see more and more of you, Moon. Photo by Eric Guth
It has been a long time since I have been at home, long enough to wonder what home really means. I know it means love, comfort, and familiarity, but if I include beauty, diversity, and a way to find newness in every day, then perhaps Antarctica has become–in some tiny way–part of my home. Photo…
When I woke up in Yakutsk, the metropolis of Russia’s Far East, and planned the day with our host, Egor Makarov, I never expected that a few hours later his recommendations would take me into the middle of the diamond industry. At the top of just another staircase and through a gate made of rebar,…
Night time is getting longer and longer. Ice begins to take over the ponds and the snow line creeps down the hills. Tonight, the aurora begins at dusk, before the light is completely gone, and it just keeps building. The shimmer of green running back and forth across the sky reminds me to the caribou…
Making beauty. Taking whatever you have to work with–whatever your life gives you–be it the memory of a polar bear or a pile of worn out tires, and getting to work. Making our houses into homes. If they can do it out here, in the villages of Russia’s Far East, then we can do it…
It’s Thanksgiving in Canada today, and I’m really far away from home, so here’s a toast to Eric Guth, my companion for Thanksgiving: My team mate and dear friend doing what he does: making photographs and sharing them every way he can. The process and the moment. Eric’s cameras show up in odd places. In the…
Some types of beauty can only grow in complete stillness. Any turbulence will disturb their symmetry. A breath is too much. I did not expect to find this perfection here, deep underground in a permafrost cave that preserves one community’s supply of whale and walrus meat. The walls are lined with ice blocks and the…