Symbolism in Photos
Wow! What a night it was last night.
The aurora borealis put on a dazzling light show for all to see, that is if you were up late enough.
I was keeping an eye on the aurora watch website all day yesterday waiting for a spike in auroral activity. At 10:30 pm the graph jumped and so did I, into the Rav, camera gear and a thermos filled with hot cappuccino. I didn’t get to bed until 4:00 am. Boy did time fly.
Even though I got to bed late my internal alarm clock still woke me up a couple of hours later at 6:00 am. Sheesh! I forced myself to try and sleep until 8:30. Nights like this are few and far between. The aurora have to be strong and the skies clear for it to come together.
At times I stood at the roadside in awe. The northern lights were skipping across the sky like a stone across a pond. The speed at which they crossed the sky was incredible. Occasionally a hint of red or magenta would show up.
There are so many more photos to process. Many, many more.
Today in Canada is Remembrance Day. It’s a day when Canada as a nation remembers its fallen heroes, those who sacrificed themselves for their country.
For me November 11 has had special significance. 51 years ago today my father died. I was only seven years old and in grade two. How well can you know your father when you are only seven? I have some memories but not many. One of his hobbies was photography. I remember dad on a Saturday night in the bathroom converted to a temporary black and white darkroom and the smell of fixer, developer and stop bath. Prints were hung to try across the bath tub. Memories. A few.
I guess that it’s not much of a coincidence that I fell into photography for a major part of my life.
Last night felt special, like my father was with me while I was shooting aurora and when I saw this picture, it reminded me of him looking down on me. Hi Dad.
BTW, he was also named Dan Jurak
I’m not much on symbolism in photos but for this one, yeah.