imperfection

tomorrow morning i leave for a short trip to the end of the road to lurk around in the darkness of the Deadhorse industrial complexes, and the surrounding vast cold nothingness. it will, most likely, be my last trip of the year.

in between packing this afternoon i found inspiration in these absolutely beautiful photographs of the aurora from 1933. these images reminded me that a moving photograph, at times, has little to do with perfection.





all photos from the UAF Rasmusan Archives