The last few days I've been able to really go back into all of the photos and trip logs of my June 2024 past trip to Svalbard. A whir of emotions surround it, mostly being a sense of nervousness that I'll never be able to go back and see those far off places. Even more-so, I miss the barquentine Antigua. She was the 44th member of the trip, and I felt her kind presence the whole time. When I was in the Arctic, I had very little trouble working in my sketchbook and observing all of the amazing details around me. Back in my studio I am artistically frozen - unable to capture or translate all of those amazing emotions I felt back there. Unable, or is is fear? I'm worried that my limited talent and ability will not be able to capture everything I love about that place.

I'll keep trying. It's why my 2025 New Years card is so late.