My love affair with the aurora borealis began immediately after moving to Alaska in 1998. The oft-fleeting, dancing lights inspire equally mythology and scientific study. Under a deep polar night sky penetrated by lavender-fringed drapes of green, blue, and red, a viewer can easily swoon and forget their frigid, harsh surroundings...at least for a little while.
Cold-burned flesh and frozen accouterment plague the Northern Lights photographer. Mother Nature has a way of beating back those who would taste too much of Her sweet offering. Spent, I warm myself inside and wait impatiently for another late-night liaison, one more chance to re-capture the beauty. Finally, summer comes, and there are no more. My heart aches for another icy embrace.
Cold-burned flesh and frozen accouterment plague the Northern Lights photographer. Mother Nature has a way of beating back those who would taste too much of Her sweet offering. Spent, I warm myself inside and wait impatiently for another late-night liaison, one more chance to re-capture the beauty. Finally, summer comes, and there are no more. My heart aches for another icy embrace.
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Your photos are beautiful. Thanks for sharing them along with your words.
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