urley writes in his diary several days after the Endurance encounters the Weddell Sea ice, “All day we have been utilizing the ship as a battering ram.” Hurley clambers up a mast to get photos of the ship, which is “shattering the floes in grand style.”

Where most men see nothing but ice and water and peril, Hurley inevitably sees beauty. To him, icebergs are “magnificent forms.” One day he aims his camera at “a fine cuniform mass 200 feet high.” In his diary he describes what he did next: “I photographed.”

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