It doesn't happen often.
In the ordinary daily business of life, one seldom comes across a place so remote, so far removed, so pristine and quiet, that the rustle of the fox is heard in a shrub before the song of a bird chirps overhead on its flight to the surrounding snow-capped mountains. The wind seems ever-present. The sun plays hiding seek among the heavy clouds. Inland surf constantly rolls in leaving whitecaps trailing in its wake. The Kingfisher rests silently on his rocky perch, and geese stroll the shoreline, both searching for a meal. Flowers unfold brilliant petals for their brief lifespan in the always chilly air, as lime and gold lichens draped among the trees live long, healthy lives.
The beauty and serenity that is, and hopefully will remain, Tierra del Fuego National Park..............my personal memories captured here in pictures at the beginning of a journey from the end of the earth to beyond.