The truth is even if I was only ho-hum about the natural world, these carefully crafted episodes would have entranced me. Such. Gorgeous. Images. From massive glaciers to intimate animal videography to time-lapsed ice crystal formation, when watching the series it feels unfortunate to blink. And then there is Sir David Attenborough, the man behind the sage, spirited voice I've come to associate with the narration of these programs. It's a fantastic series. One I'll view many times over.
During one episode, Attenborough mentions that the Antarctic ice cap contains 70% of the world's fresh water, and that once you reach the continent, you can travel 700 miles and see nothing but ice. Thankfully, we are at the doorstep of summer here in Minnesota, so that chilling fact does not make me shiver like it would if this were November. But even then, perhaps especially then--a blizzard raging out my window, the gusting wind carving stacks of snow into shapes both mysterious and beautiful--it is humbling, this Great Whiteness. Its delicate balance. All the ways that it is not just snow and cold.
Frozen Planet is wonderfully, stunningly, masterfully done. If you appreciate nature, you'll treasure this series. And use lots of exclamation points when the penguins waddle on.