On the main continent of Antarctica are countless glaciers that spill out across the landscape. This was located in the Dry Valleys, where a helicopter took me out to camp for about a week.

There was absolutely no one around, and there is a strange loneliness standing near something so daunting and timeless. I would walk along the edge for miles, occasionally stepping over ice-boulders or across icy streams to touch its surface.

Dry Valleys, Antarctica