Back to scanning film from June in Ukraine.
I’m editing, editing and lesson planning, and editing, trying to readjust to New York after my dream trip to the tundra. There has been a massive solar flare this weekend, causing spectacular Northern Lights displays, and I’m too far south, and in too big a city to see.
Oksana, one of the people I photographed in Vorkuta told me how one night she stood alone outside her chum and watched the northern lights. “Someone told me if you whistle at them, they run, but I didn’t believe them.” On this night, she tried. “I whistled, and it’s true! The lights started running, I whistled and they ran and ran.”
And that’s where I wish I was as well. Alone in the night, in the vast space of tundra, whistling at magic.
I’ve got some photos waiting for publication before I can show them here. Meanwhile, here’s a reindeer jaw bone.