After the pathetic and frustrating aurora hunt we had yesterday, tonight will be the occasion for a pleasant   and traditional meal from my home country, a good old raclette whose caloric surplus will certainly be useful for the forthcoming days. I decide to go look for my new photographer colleague, Jamie, sitting in the pub and sipping a pint of Lapin Kulta, the famous Lapland beer (brewed in Poland…). "Nothing to see tonight despite

Sometimes events turns out differently than you expect, possibly in a quite funny way; the kind of event which is usually not enjoyed in the present but can carve indelible memories into your mind, memories that are enjoyable to share with friends over a good glass of wine/beer/--choose your favorite drink-- … Tonight, Jamie, an English photographer I met in Inari, proposes to me that I join him for an aurora hunt. I accept his offer

There are days like that when you don't really want to go out. Tiredness surpasses everything else and the only envy you feel is to huddle in a warm and comfortable bed. I am falling asleep when my cellphone rings. Belinda, one of my mates, invites me to join the troop : Northern lights are here! "Pah, still these faint greenish clouds" am I mumbling… Since I am arrived, the only auroras we have had the

Darkness. Snow. Ice. Cold. Here are the words resounding in me every morning when I wake up, words that make me think about these frozen lands that fascinate me so much. They are part of the undefeatable pillars shaping the minimal winter landscapes year after year in northern Finland. Yet, sometimes an intruder splits up (find synonym) this perfect balance, an immaterial force able to transform this haven of peace into a glacial hell …

Yesterday was the winter solstice. The sun reached its lowest altitude at the horizon. It was the shortest day of the year; which means very little light here, in Inari. Unfortunately I have not been able to immortalize this instant because of the persisting cloud cover over our heads. However, today seems really promising with its cold temperature and wind freezing our faces instantaneously. I have been observing the sky with envy. These shiny golden tones

Kaamos: The polar night, period of darkness north of the Arctic Circle when the sun does not rise over the horizon. I love mornings like this one. Sky is clear and wears his deep blue cover. Soon it will get lighter and pale yellowish tones will try to warm up the freezing air we breath in a desperate attempt. The sun has not risen yet. He will not rise today. Kaamos still rules with majesty on these

One thing that fascinates me over the arctic circle is the light. Once the sun does not rise anymore, once the arctic winter has begun, this light lasts no more than a couple of hours but these short moments are blessed by truly unique colors. Pink, orange, yellow, blue, green (northern lights)… Now take every one of these "major" tones and try your own mixes : a little bit of yellow, a pinch of orange