The melt lake around the rock is frozen, and has the most wonderful bubbles captured beneath its smooth dimpled surface. As you walk around on the ice, the crunching of the microspikes on your boots echos off the rock cliffs forming a mini percussion section that breaks the overwhelming silence of a windless Antarctic day.
Andrew, Elise, Adam and I spent close to an hour here marvelling at this juxtaposition of light, colour, texture and sound. Whilst I post them anyway, these pictures just don't quite capture the stunning surrealness of this spot.
Sunshine over a frozen wave. Photo: Jacque Comery |
Tiger rock wind scour. Photo: Jacque Comery |
The rock that gives Tiger Rocks its stripes. Photo: Jacque Comery |
Frozen melt lake at Tiger Rock. Photo: Jacque Comery |
Elise, Andrew and Adam. Photo: Jacque Comery |
Frozen bubbles. Photo: Jacque Comery |
Ice crack. Photo: Jacque Comery |
Photo: Jacque Comery |
Adam. Photo: Jacque Comery |
Andrew at Tiger Rock. Photo: Jacque Comery |