It would be very difficult for me to pick the single most amazing photographic day I've ever experienced, but certainly if there was a top five list, my last day on Antarctica in 2013 would be it. I'd been working as a photographer-in-residence on MV Fram, a position which kept me very busy, but also afforded me wonderful access.
We arrived to relatively pleasant conditions, a light snow left mostly clean powder a foot or so deep over the steep walls of Neko Harbour. Penguins were everywhere, and interesting mountain forms loomed above me and across the bay as well. I went into the zone, quickly moving along the coast, then in the other direction along the coast, and finally straight up the grade (hard work!) with amazing landscape and wildlife opportunities appearing everywhere.
The mists began to break. Sunlit and shaded areas moved back and forth, mists began to clear, every minute was different. This image from part of the coast near the glacier there was as far as we dared go toward the glacier, an icefall in that area could have been quite dangerous, but the scale and patters of the snow-covered glacial ice and their incredible colors really shone.
Hours later, returning to the ship, I felt as if I was coming out of a daze, I'd spent hours shooting, and shooting, and shooting, running up hills through snow, constant motion. I still find myself catching my breath as I think about it.