Flying back into Nuuk on a rather scary Dash 8 flight from Reykjavik last night, I wasn't sure how I felt about the return to Greenland. Stepping off the plane into 10° F (-12° C) temps with a wind chill that made things feel much colder, I was pretty sure that life sucked. But once we had climbed into a taxi for home and I had time to take a breath, I looked out the window and saw that the eerie green aurora were stretched like a long curvy finger across the sky and down to the fjord. "Oh hey there," I thought. Then I noticed that our Greenlandic taxi driver was listening to Johnny Cash on the radio, and I said to myself, well, I guess his space-time continuum is a little off too.
So, I'll take it. Looking forward to taking some nice pictures as the Greenlandic winter unfolds this month,