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Unfortunately, Carol
16 years ago
Monday, December 22, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Deep Subject
It's impossible to overstate the depth of the Alaskan night. The sky seduces through a kind of magnetism like brilliant jewels to the eye. A moonless, aurora-free night shines like a million golden coins in Ali Baba's cave illuminated by candle light.
Staring upwards, an Iridium satellite flashes, a meteorite streaks to the Northwest Territories, a faint, blue-gree glow arcs earthward across the eastern quarter of the sky. I can sense a shift to red, but the film camera tells the truth. The uncertainty of a photographer's mild red-green blindness is resolved with Fujichrome.
A heavy snow descended last night, a thick fuzz of tiny, sugar-white crystals. Today remains windless, and the trees' flock lingers. Oblong impressions from a fox's leaping body span the front yard twice over. At one point they shift to tiny paw prints delicately tracing out a felled tree and disappearing into the brush. No doubt the fox was stalking voles, whose industrious tunelling leaves a web of subtle indentations on the surface.
The moon of late brings a certain levity with its brightness, and if Luna and Aurora cooperate, the landscape and dancing lights complement each other like diamonds and velvet. Polaris and the Ursas smile down upon us, as if they are proud to meet their earthbound admirers. We smile back.
Staring upwards, an Iridium satellite flashes, a meteorite streaks to the Northwest Territories, a faint, blue-gree glow arcs earthward across the eastern quarter of the sky. I can sense a shift to red, but the film camera tells the truth. The uncertainty of a photographer's mild red-green blindness is resolved with Fujichrome.
A heavy snow descended last night, a thick fuzz of tiny, sugar-white crystals. Today remains windless, and the trees' flock lingers. Oblong impressions from a fox's leaping body span the front yard twice over. At one point they shift to tiny paw prints delicately tracing out a felled tree and disappearing into the brush. No doubt the fox was stalking voles, whose industrious tunelling leaves a web of subtle indentations on the surface.
The moon of late brings a certain levity with its brightness, and if Luna and Aurora cooperate, the landscape and dancing lights complement each other like diamonds and velvet. Polaris and the Ursas smile down upon us, as if they are proud to meet their earthbound admirers. We smile back.
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