I’m sitting on the bridge in the early hours of the morning watching the sun streak through sporadic gaps in the clouds, while albatrosses effortlessly streak across the bow, and the temperature notably drops as we cruise through the sea on what is my third campaign with Sea Shepherd, but my first Antarctic Whale Defense Campaign.
I sit here in true awe and appreciation of what I am so lucky to be a part of. I am the photographer for our small but very tight knit crew with genuinely high spirits as we undertake to stop what we hope is the last season of whaling in the Southern Ocean.
Already having been so fortunate to have seen pilot whales, Commerson’s and common dolphins (riding our bow and feeding near our vessel at the same time), I can only dream of actually seeing the whales we have come here to defend amongst the cobalt blue icebergs.
I look forward to locating the whaling fleet while capturing these engagements and the pure magic of Antarctica that I up until now, I have only witnessed through the work of other inspired and dedicated Sea Shepherd crewmembers.