Saturday, October 31, 2009

31 October, 1910

The witching hour. 

You have to have good nerves to be in the Antarctic, knowing there is a whole vast continent out there with only a few souls on it. Especially in winter when it's dark 24 hours a day. You get used to taking your exercise in the pitch black. You think you see ghosts, but it's only your mind playing tricks on you. 

It's so odd for it to be nearly the end of Spring.

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