Faces

There is a shared computer drive for the whole station and sometimes you can browse through and find a familiar face. Here Scott is in the back of a delta. I was in the front, training someone how to drive it. They look glum back there, but someone came up to me in the dorm bathroom a few days later and told me the ride back with Scott with the best part of the trip. She learned so much. I also learn from him every day :)

Sometimes on my nights off, I hike all the solo travel routes at once. I have yet to see another soul hiking at 2 a.m. I entertain myself by personifying everything I see. The little dive shack looks a little "uh-oh-ish." I am trying to imitate its expression below.

Do you see the picasso like face in the snow - crooked mouth and all?

Cookie Monster?

I've posted this guy before. His teeth blew away in the last storm, so I replaced them.

Another muppet? I hear him saying, "HEY, who goes there?"

Messing around with my own shadows, then later on with photoshop.

Looong legs.

The crazy, off-kilter world of midrats night shift.

Scott and I leave notes for each other, since we only see each other a few minutes every day. These pictures are tame compared to some others I drew, but I always taped another piece of paper over them in case we had visitors.

Another shot of the group we took out to the Pegasus plane. Scott is the one holding his arms up. Funny, I tell new people Antarctica has a way of chopping down the high poppies, meaning bad things happen to those who get overly cocky. Happens to me every time. But Scott somehow always manages to have a nice balance of humility and confidence :)