Aurora Over Bow Lake
Remembrance Day, 2025.
A solar storm, one of the strongest in years,
lit up the sky over Bow Lake.
I wasn’t alone that night.
A small group of photographers were also out there, doing a northern lights workshop,
standing along the edge of the lake, waiting in the dark.
Cameras ready.
Voices low.
And then it started.
The sky filled with light,
not slowly, not subtly,
but all at once.
Green and red moving across the mountains,
stretching, shifting, pulsing above us.
None of us had seen anything like it before.
For a while, nobody said much.
Just the sound of shutters…
and the quiet awareness that we were all witnessing the same thing at the same time.
There’s something different about moments like that.
When you’re not alone.
When the scale of what you’re seeing makes conversation feel unnecessary.
It strips everything back.
No small talk. No distractions.
Just presence.
We stayed for hours.
Watching it change.
Watching it build.
Waiting for for the waves of color to stretch across the sky.
Nobody wanted to be the first to leave.
This image holds that night.
Not just the light in the sky,
but the feeling of standing there, together, in it.
This piece is part of my Master Collection, released in a strictly limited edition.
Once it’s gone, it will not be released again.
