Yesterday, I headed out the door about to go to my Grandmother’s place. I looked up to the sky, panicked and ran into the house again grabbing my camera and tripod. My mum asked me if somebody had died, and I didn’t even have to to answer before rushing out again. It’s been ages since I saw the northern lights this strong.
While taking the pictures, my hands were about to fall of due to the freezing weather, but I didn’t even have time to concern myself with that. I was literately sitting in the snow, shooting tons of pictures.
Another fun fact: The people in the Northern Norway are afraid of the northern lights when they are kids ( I was too). We had been told stories about that the Aurora would kidnap children and take them away to a place nobody knew where was. I was deadly afraid of the northern lights when I was a child. It was also said that if you waved to the sky with something white, the northern lights would definitively come to get you. I remember my friends and I, playing outside in the snow, waving at the northern lights with a white towel only to run screaming back inside when the lights started dancing over the sky.