I have become blasé about photographing the Northern Lights. It takes now a compelling foreground and an equally compelling intensity in the heavens to get me excited. A few days ago in Mývatn (north Iceland), we had finished dinner when we espied a faint flicker in the skies. Soon there were intense plumes of green overhead and the show was on. We couldn’t resist, and planted our tripods on the edge of the lake.
For my photos of the lights in the years past, see this.