In 1992, I was photographing Adelie penguins in Antarctica. Offshore was the boat that had carried me there from Ushuaia, Argentina, at the very tip of South America. Before going to Antarctica, I steeped myself in the history of Antarctic exploration--the exploits of Amundsen and Scott--the miraculous voyage of Shackelton and others. As I stood there, thousands of miles from anything familiar to me, separated from the other members of my expedition, alone in the white windswept stillness, broken only occasionally by the cries of the Adelies and the scavenger skuas soaring overhead, I understood a sense of place. I was in a place unique upon this Earth.
In another sense, every place upon this earth is unique. Perhaps not defined by the vast whiteness of Antarctica, but perhaps defined by the people who are there. Every place has a history.
A Sense of Place
Whether in Big Bend National Park, Abilene, Texas, the Great Wall of China, or points in-between, each person enjoys a sense of place - a belonging that helps define one's connection, however brief, to a point on the globe. Enjoy these views into the world of Wright.