Tales of the beautiful everyday from the North
Resetting
How do you follow up nights of such extraordinary beauty - snow that you could see was actually coloured pink and movement that you couldn’t keep up with?
I’m not really sure, actually. But I always come back to what feels like home with the aurora. Just a most genuine, heartfelt love for the whole of the experience and of the aurora herself.
It’s really easy to want to quantify what you see with a number or some kind of activity scale. I understand it, but I just… don’t like it, or I’m not interested in it, so I really just don’t.
The aurora is always beautiful, but you may not describe it always as exciting, or colourful to our eyes. But it’s beautiful, and I think I’m probably nostalgic for this simple beauty where the aurora still felt so elusive and mysterious, where I didn’t know much about it and had to travel for a day and a half to have a chance of seeing it.
Even the most static, faint arcs brought me unreasonable amounts of joy on the sides of these remote roads through Swedish forests and Norwegian fjords. I think that’s where I come back to after nights like last, and most nights, and I settle right back in to that wonder and love I’ve always, always had for her.
A little bit unexpected
I was standing in the lobby of the Chateau Nova, chatting with half my guests for the night ahead while waiting for the other half still to meet us. I was excited for the night ahead. Excited for the clear skies, I was excited to be driving out of town to a brighter twilight sky - you know how much I love this time of year, and I was excited because the aurora conditions were good. Good.
After a beautiful, but not unusual beginning of the night, I took a little time in the car to warm back up. Occasionally, I would open my door and lean half my body precariously out checking the sky behind the car. There was beginning to be a little bit of aurora that intrigued me, so I took my frozen fingers back outside and some minutes later, came back to the car to get everyone else back outside too.
And this is where I just don’t know how to describe the rest.
It is just the potential night-to-night beauty and the unexpected magic of the aurora that cannot really be predicted. I want to call it moments, but it was so much more than that. It was almost exhaustingly long that these pinks and greens danced violently for, and to such an intensity and scale that no photography, and not even some poor quality real time video I shot could give even a hint of justice to truly the kind of beauty here. It is so overwhelming, and one of these nights that are truly just unforgettable.
Joy
From the series Clarkson’s Farm, the sheer joy the cows experienced being let back into a grassy field after a winter in the barn, and Jeremy’s love of that joy, remind me so much of the times like this night.
An old friend, whom I met in Whitehorse a few years ago when he booked a daytrip with me to Kluane National Park, had now arrived in Yellowknife and before setting off on his own to explore other parts of the territory, had a night aurora chasing with me in Yellowknife first.
For his truly limitless joy photographing the beauty-sigh inducing scenery around the Yukon, it was almost nothing compared to the sheer joy of this night under the aurora.
A lot of nights, still, I feel more like the cows running freely out of the trailer back into the fields after a winter indoors, but there are a few nights where I get to take a little step back into my own bliss, be Jeremy, and just watch the overwhelming joy in others and it’s something I cherish a lot.
Seeing it coming
Our night started early, but with more beauty to the camera than to the naked eye. I was desperately hoping for the aurora earlier in the night than later. Heavier cloud was forecast to be on the way and it’s direction closed off our options pretty early. We saw the clear sky over us become eaten up by cloud while still waiting on the aurora to break through, but sometimes staying put and patient is the best way forward.
“We are so lucky now. It became clear again just in time. Perfect perfect.”
I was in touch with another guide a ways through the night and we confirmed our locations with each other, seeking more favourable weather, but the truth is, we probably couldn’t have been more lucky.
The sky cleared up above us and the aurora danced and danced. It was as beautiful to stop and watch as it was to continue to photograph. I loved the clouds, the colours, the scale, and the feeling of magic being in the right place at the right time.
Breaking from endlessly clear
When I open Environment Canada’s app every day, and the next 7 nights show just clear with overnight temperatures somewhere in the -30s, it does feel like it’s never going to end. But I try not to take it for granted. Nothing is forever.
So after weeks of near perfect weather every night beginning from the middle of February, a few messy nights varying between partly cloudy and mostly cloudy were now on the immediate horizon.
There’s always some room for flexibility in these kinds of nights, and we took full advantage - leaving earlier or travelling out from town further. And on both nights, we were lucky to keep ourselves in good weather where we were met with beautiful, beautiful shows from the aurora. Clear skies held, and clouds held back for just long enough. It was just what we needed and it humbly felt very, very lucky.
