The aurora forecast said active. There were great aurora from my house, there'd been the best aurora of my three years here on friday night, and it was damn time I got some more pictures. I'd had wild ideas of hiking up Helgafell, and watching them from there, but with the howling wind, and lack of company, I decided with a last minute veer across the road that I would try Álftanes instead, maybe get a good view over the city.
Of course, even though I could see active streamers from the car, by the time I got out of the car, it had settled down to a fairly ordinary static green band. And Álftanes is simply too low to give a good view over the city.
So I drove out to Helgafell anyway, hoping that maybe it would liven up again. It didn't. I didn't have my light with me anyway, and it was stupidly cold, so I took another picture or two, and called it a night. Aurora photopgrahy takes more than just living in polar regions unfortunately.