“Had delightful run with team during the morning. The faint daylight mingling with the brilliant moonlight lent a peculiar enchantment to the frozen sea. The northern sky was aflame with the golden glow of the departing sun. The southern sky was more sombre, being delicately prismatic, with a faint blue horizon blending into a pink tint in which stood a silver moon glowing like a halo. One felt quite elated riding on the sledge and driving into the moon’s face. Winter, although hoary and blizzard-bowed, is the most beautiful and charming part of the year…”
— Frank Hurley