Aurora

(So that I won't forget.)

I just love how the low angle light hits the landscape at this time of year and the long shadows it casts. There is something fundamental and unforgiving about the cold, declarative low light.

I am not a photographer, and I don’t aspire to be one since my domain is that of words and sounds, but I like to point my lenses where ever I find something aesthetically pleasing. Like everyone else, I guess, I try to make sense of the world, and perhaps find something of value. Something delicate, something that is not tainted by human hands.