To the bottom of the world and heading back north

We made it around the tip of South America and arrived at the Falkland Islands.

Being so close to Antartica brought on unexpected feelings of being on the edge of earth and wanting to go further.

I have never had a desire to visit Antartica before today. Perhaps it was all the refrigerator magnets and sweatshirts at all the shops of Ashuaia, Argentina.

Somehow the idea of isolation and detachment has become more desirable. 
Something to consider. 

The Falkland Islands have been a land of wars and uprisings for generations. The strategic location has been coveted by many countries. 

Port Stanley, a small town of 3,600 is her capitol and a simple place with more people than trees and many more penguins than people. This is their world.

The simple architecture and a handful of gifts shops anxiously await the next cruise ship's arrival which doubles the population if only for a day.

It was on a simple hillside that I left a photograph of my brother from 1965. On a weathered post at the edge of someone's property over-looking the ocean, this barren space seemed perfect and of a time long past.

Tim 1965

I never know what happens to these photographs but this is all a part of letting go.

I have received messages of their discovery from time to time.

Now time to head further north.



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