photo from dave brosha @ flickr
The night sky shimmers with greens and whites and pinks -- the northern lights. Sometimes the northern lights billow up, and they flare and shine across the sky from north to south, from horizon to horizon. The northern lights happen in complete silence. It is as if some wonderful celebration is occurring in a faraway place where you can't hear it or see what's really happening, but you can be happy just knowing about it.--Richard Preston, The Wild Trees (2007) p. 66-67
I have not experienced the northern lights, but this sure makes an amazing case for them. I hope to see them someday.
1 comment:
Apparently you read The Wild Trees, to have quoted from the book.
The copies I've seen, had no photos. How about your copy?
Here are the trees:
Atlas Grove and Grove of Titans Redwoods
I put the page together for folks who may never see the trees, or may have wanted to see what they look like after reading the book.
Cheers,
M. D. Vaden of Oregon
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