Went out one night for a walk through the woods next to the Slave in the relatively warm spring night air. I got caught up in a great burst of aurora activity and I will post one more from this night soon.
It looks like the aurora is writing something (don't get scared by my notions, I also am under the impression airplanes try to play tictactoe cos they leave criss-crossing lines against the sky ), maybe a message to the beholder? Starting from the farest away point it could be an "S" bending its way up across the treeline on the left...then which letter could it have become next? Hmmm...
Not scared I think that's the point in some way...at least it's one thing I try to accomplish with my work. To adapt Jim Morrison's words, art (or at least my art) just opens all of the "doors" for you...You can walk through those which suit you. You can pull your own story out of the worlds I try to open up...That's the best way I can explain what I think about that I love your imagination! hah