Marty’s photo of the day #2782: I was the first person to spot Antarctica—at least on the little ship I was on. At three in the morning, everyone was sleeping but me. I got out of bed and padded onto the bow. The month was February, so this was Antarctica’s summer, and the sky never grew totally dark. When I look at this photo now, I can still feel the chill that went up my spine at that moment—and that chill was as much from excitement as it was from the cold.