It was the middle of the night. It was pitch black and I should have been in bed.
But I wasn’t. Instead, I was on the prowl. I was hunting.
I carefully thought out the place I wanted to sit and wait for my prey. I felt as ready as I could be for my adventure.
All I needed was one shot. Just one good one and I would be satisfied.
I had my weapon of choice and I went into the world.
And I waited. I was stalking my prey through the most advanced technology possible.
But my prey never came.
I never got my shot.
And I went home.
Of course, my prey was the elusive aurora borealis or more commonly known as the northern lights. So, it had to be pitch black, any light would have made them difficult to see. My “weapon” was, in fact, a camera and the shot I wanted was a photograph.
I was following the activity of the lights through an online map and, in part, through people’s Twitter postings.
Sure, I could have taken photos of the full moon or the various other stars that were out Thursday night. But that’s like going big-game hunting and coming back with a squirrel. Just not acceptable.
People in the northern part of the state were treated to a show. By 2 a.m., the Duluth News Tribune’s photographer had already posted photos on his blog. But the skies were clear north of Worthington.
I kept watching the “viewing line” on a website, and that line kept crawling south.
Did it ever reach this far south? Were the lights ever visible in this area? I don’t know.
If they were, it was long after I was sound asleep.