The Day Without Darkness

There was a time I worked the nightshift, 1800-0600.

Cannon F1 camera, automatic-nothing, manual-everything.
No digital, No AI. Thought, estimation, a little luck, and click.
Investing in some good Kodachrome film increased the chances,
But the film couldn’t be developed for another three months.
Delayed gratification, if any. Sometimes there was no film in the camera.
Click it and forget it.

This day stopped the nightshift in its tracks.
Most of us were young and ambitious, marching toward some career goal beyond the horizon. But the scene was a big hammer and resistance was futile.

Sun slowly setting, disappearing just below the horizon. Evening twilight.
But darkness never came; evening twilight morphing into dawn.
For three hours we just stood at the rail and soaked it in.

Adelaide Island Antarctica.