Tuesday, February 17, 2009


I knew a woman called Aurora once. Aurora Borialis sounds like Aurora of the trees. There she is, in all her splendour, swinging like Mrs Tarzan from vine to vine, bellowing how beautiful she is as she goes. And I, a weedy pink mortal, come out of my tent, awakened by the noise, but I see nothing except the disturbed leaves flickering down from on high. Something is happening, but I don't know what it is. Yes my name is Mr Jones.

6 comments:

lakeviewer said...

O.k. That's a stunning picture! It takes your breadth away. How is the new blog going?

marc aurel said...

I think this one will be for pictures and factoids, while the other one fo a real diary, albeit one that I know may be looked at.

willow said...

I've always wanted to see the Aurora Borialis. Fantastic pic. Maybe she should be called Jane Borialis?

marc aurel said...

Sadly, it is not my picture, but I did see the aurora once, much less colorful,but moving. We were driving back from South West Ontario on an unlit highway. I felt very small....in a good way.

French Fancy said...

Mr FF and I have always wanted to travel to see the aurora. The trouble is that you can never guarantee the light display and it's a long way to go to not see it

marc aurel said...

There is a plane trip you can take from London that flies over the pole to watch aurorae from the air