Antarctica

This post collects three pieces written in 2019, 2009, and 2007.   . My Antarctica February, 2019 . Antarctica is … well see that’s the problem. Antarctica is so otherworldly it defies easy description. Sublimely overwhelming, it’s a place of contradictions and mystery It’s desolate; it’s alive. It’s immense; it’s intimate. It’s lyrical; it’s brutal. It’s so remote and yet it touches the rest of the world in one way or another. . Life . The Antarctica I know, the peninsula, is surrounded by waters teeming with life – plankton, krill, fish, seals, whales and bird after bird after bird. Its waters feed the world’s waters. But every time I turn my gaze inland, I remember why they call it the crystal desert; its 5,000 meter thick ice receives less precipitation than the Sahara;...

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Seeing Is Not Believing, Believing Is Not Seeing

. It happened suddenly, a television commercial brought it all together for me. An advertisement for the Dublin Times gave me a thirty second crash course in media studies. The film was scratchy, gritty, high in contrast, and black and white – visual clues to the proposed truth value of documentary photography. Images flickered depicting a brawny youth in leather, with military boots and a shaved head racing down the street, past two concerned elderly ladies toward the viewer. Just committed a crime? The voice over stated, “Seen one way, a picture tells a certain story.” The images cut to another view where the youth was now seen rushing past the elderly ladies away from the viewer towards a well dressed...

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