Fall, finally

By the end of the night, our tripods were dripping with condensation. Lenses were foggy and clothing was unmistakably damp to the touch. Still, the temperature was comfortable enough for just a wool sweater and no mittens. Spending nights photographing the aurora bare handed is one of life’s true luxuries.

We aren’t yet free from forest fire smoke, but the cooler nights do feel good. These light clear sky chases and breathtaking hour after breathtaking hour of auroral activity all just feel heavenly.