Claire writes from Antarctica about the wind:
It does strike me as odd that when I’m on home turf, wind more often than not rumples and rattles me; it makes me want to batten down the hatches and stay indoors. And yet, here, the much greater force, noise and visual drama of a katabatic wind is an invitation for me to step outside. Standing in it, I find myself with an entirely different awareness of my body in space and possibly even in time. And if visibility’s not what it’s ‘meant’ to be and the usual familiar points of reference are no longer within grasp, it leads to an almost weightless feeling. We’re like feathers or flotsam in this place. This becomes even more apparent when we see and experience the wind ‘at work,’ displaying all the intention, zeal and passion of a sculptor mid-process.