This was obviously my first time to witness and photograph the elusive Northern Lights.
My blurry, poorly white balanced photos are a sad testament to the glory of Aurora Borealis, at least in comparison to the dozens of well composed images in a google image search of the Northern Lights. I stand proudly by them, nevertheless, just glad to have seen such a sight.
Since moving to Fairbanks, every evening I peek through my blinds to determine one of two things; is it snowing, or is it clear enough to see Aurora Borealis? Tonight, upon hearing that my local Facebook friends had seen the lights, I was on the lookout for the latter. When I finally saw the green glow, I failed to put on gloves, or to even lace up my snow boots before I ran outside to get a better look at the dancing show above. Isaac took one peek, gave an emphatic ‘cool’ and went right back to bed. I was alone in my excitement on this one.
I stayed up well beyond my bedtime watching the lights from the cozy comfort of home (after retreating the 9 degree weather), bouncing back and forth from one room to another to see which elevation had the best show.
I can’t wait for another show when I can sneak out of the house to the hills for a better view, away from the light pollution of the city, to achieve some well-framed Northern Lights photos.