Seanie Blue's Night Light

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My friend, photographer and filmmaker, Seanie Blue traveled north, to Iceland, to blow his mind on the aurora borealis, in hopes that its incomprehensibility might help him forget a love gone south. He captured the most amazing photos and now those photos and interview footage of him talking about the experience have been edited into a Photography Channel (yeah, me neither) documentary. Here's a two-minute teaser. I'm psyched. Can't wait to see the whole thing. Way to go, Seanie!


  1. I found a bottle with a note in it. I’m not sure, but maybe it has something to do with this guy. I’ll read it to you: “Seanie, I’m sorry. I never meant to break your heart. Your photographs of the aurora are beautiful. I can see your sweet side now. I’m here in Iceland. They say you left already. I’m stranded here- I don’t know where they went, but could you please BRING BACK MY FRICKIN’ TRUCK!! -Rosie”

  2. The love affair gone wrong seems really out of place in this teaser. Perhaps in the documentary there’s a love lesson at the end. Or, like Troofseeker above suggested, an entire new plot twist. Stay tuned!

  3. What the heck- another bottle on the same beach! -Well, a pickle jar, technically. I’ll read you the note, but then I gotta wash the pickle juice off my fingers.
    Isolation beneath these magnificent Northern Lights has given me occaision for contemplation. I now know why I drove you away from me.
    It’s the hair, Seanie. I loved you dearly, with your flowing locks, but the vision of your bald head dredged up a memory I had buried deeply, long ago. Uncle Butch said he had a pet weasel. He asked if I wanted to pet it. He pulled down
    Hey! A boat! I gotta run!
    Love Rosie”

  4. To break in for just a minute on this strange and wonderful performance art piece by our own Troofseeker, I just wanted to say that the opening shot looks very reminiscent of the first Superman film. The perspective appears to be from the bottom of a shallow crater, watching the mother ship fade away in the sky while the image of Superman’s new home stands firmly in the background. A humble, dignified, and cosmic tableau.

  5. When I was little we used to make trips from our home to my grandma and grandfather’s place in Iowa. It was a four hour trip and I would get quite tired. One particular trip returning home I laid on the back seat window ledge. It was a white Ford coup of some sort, I don’t remember. I sort of dozed in and out and scrunched myself up against the where the glass comes down to the ledge. It was cool and since we were out in the middle of nowhere there weren’t as many lights as there are today. The sky was clear, the stars numerous and vivid.

    The Northern lights were very far south that year and there was quite the display even in Iowa. I remember looking up, pressed again that glass at a huge shifting curtain of grayish green light. It made you feel like you were at the bottom of a very tall cliff that stretched way up into the stars themselves.

    It went on for the longest time, speeding along on some dark road, looking up at the stars and watching that curtain dance right over on top of you. The car rocking gently and my parents talking up front.

    I fell asleep.

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  7. The last time I saw the Northern Lights was the night of my Grandfather’s wake. It does wonders for the soul.

    Photos are nice, time-lapse better, but seeing them in person is amazing.

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