Aurora borealis in the northeastern sky, Kontiolahti, North Karelia, Finland, 17.3.2013 |
In Joensuu, there wasn't much to do. We grabbed a couple of cameras and drove to Häikänniemi. I was stuck with 50mm/1.8, so not much point in trying to pry the tripod out of Elina's hands. Leo was timelapsing the sky. I punched in some random numbers in full M and shot a couple of artsy pictures. In case you didn't know, artsy means out of focus and generally low quality. Still, I am somehow perversely fond of my low effort.
Most pictures of northern lights are much more vibrant than what we see with our bare eyes. Faint glows become much more visible, but depending on the camera, settings and the photographer's personal aesthetics, the colours may or may not coincide perfectly with those observed. In my picture the greens are yellowish, even though when shot with different WB settings they are much colder in temperature. The faint red-purplish glow in the middle left is nitrogen; however, the reddish glow in the lower right-hand corner is not aurorae, but city lights. Leo's and Elina's pictures paint a much more "truthful" view of what we saw. For example red nitrogen glows are often quite faint when seen live. And, of course, what the pictures lack is the alien movement of the northern lights; the flickering, the dance and everchanging view. But - do not completely trust all the pictures you see.
There's something funny about the way the aurorae move. You don't always see the motion - you just look at the sky and the view changes, but your brain doesn't quite get the movement inbetween. It can be like a series of still images, the newest one already fuzzying your memories of the previous seconds.The finnish name for the phenomenon is "revontulet", literally "the fires of the fox". The mythical fox - not just a red fox, no arctic fox, but the Fox of Fire, runs over the fjells. It's tail writes the aurorae... or sparkles flash from it's fur, pick what suits your imagination more. The more northern the language, the more arcane yet trivial the names become.
No owls. We heard a troll or some other monster, though.
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