Though the beacons of civilization shone not too far away, the sirocco that blew across the tableland only carried the sounds of silence. Not even insects dared to intrude upon our solitude as we beheld the reflection of sky upon rock, first at sunset, then by the light of countless stars. Eight thousand years have come and gone since your varnished surface was first carved with a message we cannot decipher, and thousands more will pass till your message reaches the heart of our galaxy. You remain unchanged, as do the stars glimpsing your message night after night... Photographed July 2021.
Nearly an hour after midnight, an auroral substorm erupted, filling the skies above with the gossamer curtains of green light. Photographed March 2018.
As the substorm spread across the sky, arcs to the west of us soon erupted. Photographed March 2018.
