At Ushuaia I found myself constantly looking along the Beagle Channel. Somewhere out there, Tierra del Fuego ends and Cape Horn faces the Drake Passage. Beyond that, Antarctica.
What is that draws us so strongly to these places; compels us to keep moving onwards?
[26 November 2011, Panasonic Lumix GH1, 100–300 mm at 100 mm, ISO 200, 1/640 at f11]
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I remember being most viley unwell in/on the Beagle Channel. Antarctica was worth it in spades. And I loved Ushuaia too.
You have the soul of an explorer. But many of us are drawn to the unknown, to fill in the gaps on the map.
The red tug steals the show here.
When I put the cursor on the photo, the tag says, "typical weather, too." I imagine the clouds ghosting around there all the time.
Beautiful red tug.
Sometimes I feel like a tugboat amongst sailboats. I really like the feeling this photo conveys.
Elephant's Child — you got to Antarctica? Fantastic! I was sorely tempted. :^)
Zhoen, you might be right — I do find myself often wondering about places no one goes. The forgotten corners of the world; the places others can't be bothered going because somewhere else is more spectacular (which is not the same as more interesting).
Robin, perhaps surprisingly, I did get a day or two of excellent weather at the end of my time in Ushuaia. Somehow it seemed less fitting than the wilder weather.
Maureen, we'd be sunk without tugboats ;^)
The universe was sure smiling at you on this day. Love the red. The light.
Michael, it smiled at me almost continuously throughout my time in South America.
Actually, I get the impression it smiles at me most of the time, wherever I am.
:^)
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