The dance of the aurora borealis
The night started out ordinary. Ordinary for Iceland, that is.
In reality, I was in a remote hostel in the northern part of the country, winding down from a long day of hiking, driving and sightseeing, by relaxing by body and soul in an open-air hot tub, socializing and waiting for the skies to darken.
It was at that moment that I started to see the faint glow in the nearly cloudless sky. At first, I could not believe my own eyes, before the realization that I was witnessing an auroral display. And as fast as my hands and legs could carry, I was out, drying myself up and getting my gear ready for capturing the display.
And it was quite a show. The dance of the auroras that night was so hypnotizing that neither the freezing winds, nor the numbness in my hands and feet, or the tiredness from the day's activities could deter me. While the initial display was primarily in green, the later ones showed bands of purple and blue. This was one such later exposure, capturing the majesty of the dance of the auroras.
Saeberg
Iceland