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  • The photographer looked at the sky. For days he was chasing his queen of the night in this wasted, snow-covered landscape. But he didn’t have any luck so far, for the night-sky was clouded and greyish black and his lady was hiding somewhere. The weather, however, looked promising. The air was so cold that even his beloved camera struggled to survive in the harsh Arctic wind. Like his fellow travelers, he even grew himself a beard to keep his characteristic face warm. And all for the good of a dream. I’m sure my lady won’t mind, he assured himself.

    Within two days his sled dog ride will come to an end. He cursed himself for having such a bad luck. True, this tour was unlike any other journeys he has taken so far. But his dream to witness and capture the Arctic Diva is getting less when the time to say goodbye will come eventually. He was warned that his lady can be tricky and shy, or fashionably late, but he had hoped that the circumstances were good enough for her to show up.

    They halted at a wooden lodge in a place with a name he’d forgotten immediately. As he installed himself in the cabin, he examined his equipment and decided that his camera is still good to take pictures. He sat on the only wooden chair available in his room and judged his pictures. Although he has taken enough images of Husky’s, bearded men, endless snow, frozen dog pee and greyish black skies, his lady is still missing in the gallery. He grabbed his camera and went outside, to his fellow travelers, who already gathered around a campfire drinking coffee and heated wine. The day silently slip into night, and one by one the adventurers went to bed, until he was the last one.

    The photographer decided that he too, should have some sleep for the morning´s expedition. He extinguished the campfire as instructed before. Now, the only light available is the dimmed light in the lodge. But it was very bright for only such a pale light. He looked at the night-sky one more time before getting to his cabin. The beating of his heart was the only sound and he noticed that it was pacing fast. Instead of greyish black, tonight the night-sky was clear and cloudless. The velvet cobalt blue and mauve blanket is covered with millions of stars. But that’s not the only thing he saw. A beautiful emerald green light was dancing slowly around the stars.

    Out in the cold crispy mattress of snow, the photographer laid down and admired the beautiful colors that enlightened the Nordic sky. There are no lights in the world that can compare to this wonder of nature. None of his lighting equipment can even compete with her beauty. It felt like Aurora – his tricky diva - was dancing around him, softly tickling, kissing and embracing his bearded face.

    He smiled, whispering: hello, my lady.

    (mobile photo taken by Pascal van Houtert -, inspired by his experience)
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