The old lore tells of spirits in the sky, dancing and twisting across the constellations, and of their voices which you could hear if you listened close. I cannot help but wonder: if they were spirits, what stories might they tell? What battles, what peoples, what changes, what still points in the slow turning change of the world?
I wish I could find words to say the feelings of standing under the northern lights, the sense of motion of their dance against the inky black void punctured by the glittering points of starlight, but I can’t; a picture must do.
Oh my god
This is really amazing! I love all of your photos. You are having the experience of a lifetime, I am sure.
Wow. Beautiful words and a breathtaking photo. I can’t even begin to imagine how incredible this must be in real life!.
Thanks for the kind words as well! I do finally feel like I’m starting to get a hang of the Fuji, although it is still definitely a work in progress :)
Heartbreakingly beautiful. This is a tremendous photo and story! Is this what you were talking about? Because this…this is like National Geographic quality photography. :)
PS the sublime Spirits of the sky are out dancing again tonight. :)
Thank you :)
Haha, yeah, this is what I’m talking about. I think it’s one of those self-is-the-harshest-critic things.