20/01/2026
Something about the at night is unsettling to me—the ever present water and the fog that bites with a sharp coldness I never seem to anticipate. The shadowy shapes of grey herons seem to spring up out of the ground itself, making my heart jump every time. At the same time there’s a magical beauty to them, an almost ethereal quality that the only make more powerful.
This morning at 01:40, we caught the final fading glow of the incredibly magnetic storm looking north on Molenweg. It’s only a glimmer, but it’s the first time we’ve managed to capture any in . We were the only two people on the second to last train back to Dordrecht and the blinding glow of Rotterdam to its North.
