Photos by Tony Tedeschi
“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice,” Gabriel García Márquez wrote in the opening of his 1967 novel, One Hundred Years of Solitude. That line has always stuck with me. Recently I am inextricably drawn to ice: the ice caves of Iceland, ice floes in Antarctica, the Arctic Circle later this year. I find the experiences so stunning, I’m convinced God does his best art sculpting ice. What follows are photos from last January’s voyage to the Antarctic summer.