I sent Bradders outside with a two-way radio to check and continued drinking beer. He came back with negative reports, so I sent him out again. This time he radioed back in to say there might be a hint. Huffing, I put down my beer and wandered out into the chilly air - where chilly equals fifteen below. He pointed at a cloud. I stared at a cloud. It stared back. And then, was it my imagination, or did there appear to be a very faint light arc across the sky ending where the cloud did? Whatever it was, it had definitely changed. We decided to go and wake Bradders Sr. up, and take a drive away from the lights of the motel. We drove less than a kilometer and stopped. The clear sky and snowy ground meant it wasn't actually dark at all, more a strange kind of half-light. Gazing northwards, the cloud had disappeared. Hmmmm. Nothing else happened for ten minutes, and then we got a hint of light behind some trees. Faint, but definitely there. And then it began to intensify - we were definitely onto something, but we weren't quite sure what. The arc in the sky appeared again, and then a column of light seemed to drop from one end of it, and move off to the right. Was this the Aurora? Twenty minutes later and there wasn't much doubt - lights shimmering all across the sky. Curtains, waterfalls, pulsating clouds. To our eyes it appeared a milky white, but the camera interpreted it as green, which I suppose is how we all instinctively know it. In the flesh, so to speak, it's a bit different. Tick and run!
|We stayed out watching it until our bodies could stand the temperatures no longer|
|The hoar frosts in Finland were particularly impressive. This was just outside the Tuulen Tupa motel.|
|This is a typical Varangerfjord road and landscape.|
|Mist rising from the fjord.|
|Nesseby - Norway's most photographed church.|