Wolf at the Door
A lone wolf sleeps outside Golymani weather station, the most Northerly habitation on the planet. The normally ferocious carnivore is used as an alarm to chase away polar bears should they approach the buildings and staff at the station. In this way, man and wolf co-exist to mutual advantage in this most inhospitable of climates.
Weather Station Golymani, Severnaya Zemlya
Graves, Resolute Bay, Cornwallis Island, Canada
It was my first trip to the High Arctic. The wind was blowing at 47 knots, enough to knock you off your feet, and the ambient temperature was -43℃. The screen on my GPS screen froze before it could find my position. I’d been lost for hours when I stumbled across this sight. At first I wasn’t sure if what I was seeing was real or imagined. I was very scared and cold and completely disoriented. I found out later that these were sailor’s graves. Their ship had been moored on the sea ice when a storm blew in and ripped the ship’s anchor away. The boat capsized and all hands were lost. I was luckier - a 50/50 decision led me back to safety.
Corner Shop, Norislk, Siberia, Russia
Dudinka Airport Terminal
Dudinka Airport Terminal
Pen Hadow and Simon Murray
You'd never guess this was New York. A beautiful chilly day at Thanksgiving. Katie's hair looked so much like part of the landscape I couldn't help but put her right into it just as nature intended.
Dudinka Airport Krasnoyarsk Eastern Siberia Russia
Dudinka Airport Krasnoyarsk Eastern Siberia Russia. This image is part of a series I shot while ‘marooned’ at Dudinka airport during a snow storm that lasted several days. Everyone working at the airport, pilots, staff, travellers, were all stranded unable to escape. It wasn’t long before food and drink ran out, and the only thing that was left on the shelves was dodgy bottled water, cheap vodka and small microwaveable meals that can only loosely be described as ‘food’. The kind of food that any self respecting and starving cat would have happily walked away from. The airport rapidly became a community of friendly strangers with nothing else in common except for the wish to leave. I was at the start of a huge adventure and this only added to it. Being a photographer trapped in an airport in this part of Siberia was golden opportunity before the expedition all the way across the Arctic Ocean from Russia to Canada started. I ventured outside several times to this point waiting for a single person to wander down the street. Two people wandered sometimes three or four, but I only wanted one person in the scene. I waited for hours over a few days outside freezing my bollocks off, whats left of them, for a lone person to wander. I could have asked one of my team mates to step into the frame but the authenticity and integrity of the image would have been lost. Finally it happened a man walked down the street hunkered down as far into his clothing as he could, and then dissapeared out of sight. I snapped only one frame as my wish to be back inside to be hungry and warm rather than hungry and cold had arrived.