The Image:Finally its Aurora season again. Shot just an stones throw away from Hafnarfjörður. Minutes from my home.
Its rare to have trees as foreground in Aurora shots... or in any shots here in Iceland.
Processing: Its hard to remember as I did it long time ago.
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"Darrell. Darrell. Where are you Darrell?" The disembodied and ghostly alien face glared down at the bench where Darrell was supposed to be, and frowned. This was the 3rd time this week. How could they take over the earth if their main source of intelligence kept missing his rendevous? Where was he? If he was playing hockey again...
He waited fifteen minutes, and then, with a scowl, he dispersed back into the ether, knowing that when he finally got a hold of Darrell, there would be hell to pay.