The revelatory moment when you realize someone doesn’t like you.
– Magnificent Ruin (via nevver) Via this isn't happiness.
Puppies pull a play sledge for the amusement of supply officer George Black during Richard E. Byrd’s first Antarctic expedition. They were the offspring of the 94 dogs originally brought along for transport on the journey—and would soon be the youngest residents of a part of the camp called Dog Town
Dog town. Dog town.
First of all, this is a photograph, even though I thought it was a painting until I clicked through to Nat Geo. Second, the rest of the caption is pretty great:
“Oh Lord, all the perfumes in France couldn’t have rid Dog Town of its gamy aroma,” wrote Byrd in a book about his travels, Exploring With Byrd. (This photograph ran in his August 1930 account of the 1928-30 Antarctic trip for National Geographic.) “The air in the tunnels was thick enough not only to be cut with a knife; spiced with a dash of garlic from the bulbs that hung over Noville’s door, it could have been served as pemmican.”
I guess pemmican was a sort of high-protein energy-bar type food made of powdered dry meats mixed with fat and berries. So, um, ew.
