28 April 2008

Nokkrar myndir (A few pictures)

Not quite the cliffs of Dover, but impressive nonetheless.
I must not have gotten an invitation for the branch outing....
I lived in the north of Iceland during the winter of 85-86 in a fjord town called Akureyri. Winter in Iceland in a small northern town with few city lights is the perfect place to see the Northern Lights on a regular basis. My companion and I used to walk home after meeting with people in town to our apartment a little outside of town in the dark of that winter. It hadn't snowed too much that winter so it had been nice taking that 20 minute walk home on the dirt road. We would regularly see the Northern Lights just like you see them in this picture, twisting and weaving along slowly in the sky. They were usually green and white, but on occasion there was a dramatic bit of purple and red to make us take note. Once we saw a single strand of light from one mountain to the next like someone was slowly wiggling the end of a rope just out of view of the mountain. The Northern Lights move in what seems like slow motion, providing a silent solar symphony just for us, it seemed. I didn't realize it until later that I never saw the Northern Lights in Reykjavík. Too many lights in town there and too many buildings in the way. But if we just got out of town and paid attention during the winter--there they were.

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