Northern Lights is a big deal for many people, and seeing them is included on many bucket lists, but growing up in Norway I always took them for granted. Every winter, I would see the green lights dance across the sky, and while I always stopped to look up, it was nothing more than a Floridian stopping to appreciate a beautiful sunset. As kids, we were told not to whistle while outside in the dark, or the northern lights would “come get us”. (My grandpa was quite the jokester.)
I ended my 3.5 weeks in Europe with a visit to Otterøya to see my family. I became an aunt a few weeks earlier, and since I would already be in Oslo to photograph Pole Theatre Scandinavia, it was an easy decision to add a little detour to visit my new niece. On the second night, I was driving home from having dinner with friends when I saw the lights glowing faintly over the fjord. By the time I got back to my parents’ house to grab my camera and tripod, the lights had grown stronger, and I rushed down to the docks to get the photo above.
The next night, the lights decided to outdo themselves, and put on a show unlike anything I remember seeing. The sky was covered in green and purple lights, dancing around without a care in the world.
This photo is taken from my parents’ house, and is looking down towards my great grandma’s old house and barn, where my brother now lives with his family. I could not have asked for a more perfect ending to my trip!