We are looking back from the bridge of the ship and to the right, where the ship has come from, and you can see the curving path we have cut in the sea ice.

Here you can see the view from the front deck of the ship, looking back and up at the bridge where the Captain is and the mate who steers the ship.  I spent 12 hours every day up on the bridge, looking out at the ice to record how much of it there was, and how thick.  It made a good place from which to see the many seals, penguins and whales that kept us company.

This is looking from the left side of the bridge of the ship, forward over the bow of the ship, the part that cuts through the ice.  Here we were moving ahead at about ten miles an hour.

This was a picture of the moon setting in the morning over an iceberg many miles away on the horizon.  You are looking across miles of sea ice, all bumpy and ridged from the floes bumping against one another and pushing up to form ridges at the edges.