Almost midnight, and I just closed the blinds in my office at Crary Lab, to block the blinding sunlight (!) which is pouring through my window. The sun is low and bright, as at supper-time in late summer in Minnesota. Summer has come to Antarctica in the shape of a pair of skua (predatory birds) flying around between Crary and the ice runway. Skuas are scavenger birds, somewhere between a vulture and a mean seagull. Not particularly beloved birds, due to their habit of eating eggs and cute penguin chicks and such… basically, they find nourishment in small living/dead/discarded scraps and fragments.

Like poets.