No, not the famous Northern Lights, but rather simply the light up here on the North Coast of Ireland. Of course for 90% of the time you are battling through pretty hostile, non-photographic conditions, face full of sand, rain and salt water. Spending more time shielding your cameras from the elements than making images. Cloth after cloth soaked through as you try (and fail miserably) to keep the front of the lens free from spray and rain.
Still, on the odd occasion the light plays ball. And when it plays, it plays just beautifully. At time enough to stop me in my tracks. Mouth wide open. Filling my lungs with the clear fresh air. Close to perfection at times.
None of those are meant to be finished works. Rather just playing with the light. Getting my senses tuned to the environment. The mood. The soul. Making a deeper connection.