NOTES FROM THE FIELD, Evgenia Arbugaeva
Tanya, her sister Olga, and I at the abandoned TV antenna just a little outside of the town. This is a very cold and quiet night, so quiet that our crunchy steps on the snow feel like an intervention. We try to keep our voices  low, as though we are afraid to wake somebody up.
Tanya whispered: ”Look, I think Aurora Borealis is about to appear on the sky… shhhhh…here it comes!”

NOTES FROM THE FIELD, Evgenia Arbugaeva

Tanya, her sister Olga, and I at the abandoned TV antenna just a little outside of the town. This is a very cold and quiet night, so quiet that our crunchy steps on the snow feel like an intervention. We try to keep our voices  low, as though we are afraid to wake somebody up.

Tanya whispered: ”Look, I think Aurora Borealis is about to appear on the sky… shhhhh…here it comes!”