Since I’ve been posting some photographs, I thought I would post what I regard as one of my best photographs. I have no idea if it is objectively a good photograph, but I really like it. It’s also one of the few photographs I’ve ever had published – in a magazine that went bust shortly afterwards. The photograph was taken in a crevasse in the Antarctic in late 1992, or early 1993 (I think), and the person in the photograph was one of our medics. Technically, we weren’t really meant to go down crevasses, but that didn’t really stop us and I don’t really remember being told explicitly that we shouldn’t. It’s also hard not to, when you have the chance to actually do so.
Sometimes, the opportunity was also just too good to pass up. There was a lot material being transported to a new site, for building a new base. We’d hired some ex-Russian missile carriers to speed things up, as they were much faster than the vehicles we had. In this case, the South African co-driver and the Russian driver had, I believe, shared more of a bottle of vodka than was wise and had decided that a short-cut was in order. The photograph to the left shows what can happen when you go off route in the Antarctic. Since the crevasse was now open, we took the opportunity to explore – ostensibly to check what was underneath the vehicle, but really just to have a look around.
Fortunately, it was good weather and close to the site of the new base, so noone was hurt, and the recovery was fairly straightforward. Once it had been pulled out, one of our mechanics welded it all back together again. It also turned out that the hut that I was using for all of my experiments (and in which I used to sleep) was almost the same colour as the vehicle. So, we found some old paint, covered up all the welds, and everyone got back to work. On that note, I must go and make a curry for dinner.