“Midnight. This evening we have been favored with sunlight.
“I climbed up into the barrel lookout from where a magnificent panorama was to be observed. From horizon to horizon, and stretching north, south, east, and west, the pack ice extends, dazzling white with the hummocks relieved by long shadows. The sight was very inspiring, and made one feel the tinyness and insignificance of themselves. The shadow of our ship—the only black speck amid this eternal whiteness—was thrown in weird skeleton fashion far across the snows by the midnight sun…”
— Frank Hurley, 23 January 1915