Racing down hill, in their untamable excitement the dogs picked up so much speed they constantly tripped. Tumbling, miraculously they recovered instantly, not slowing down the sled even a bit. Gusts of wind flung snow into our faces; here one can discover what feeling close to the elements means. This was not a good moment to loose grip; feeling trilled beyond words, it almost felt like holding on to life itself.
Commissioned by The Shackletonlondon Compagny