Night - by right can be called a time of mystery, miracles and endless thoughts. With the setting of the sun, thousands of distant worlds become visible in the sky, most of which, for ever, will remain a mystery shimmering in the darkness. The night transforms the day landscape beyond recognition, forcing you to give up sleep, take a tripod and go on a date with the stars and secrets of the transformed world.

On Lake Jack London, the nearest light source can be found in your pocket or on your head, depending on what type of flashlight you use. I use both a flashlight and an ordinary baton torch. For night shooting, the second option is ideal. First, it is more powerful and well suited as a backlight for autofocus. And secondly, it's a underwater lantern, this circumstance expands my possibilities as a photographer.

By August, the white nights are already coming to naught. By the way, we have the longest "Golden Time" in the North, often referred to as regime time. It's not 15-20 minutes, it's a clock of perfect light, but sunsets at this time occur around midnight. Well, when dark nights come, the regime time is shortened, but it lasts more than 20 minutes. What can I take at night on Lake Jack London and its surroundings?

The moon is a night sun, shining so brightly that the lantern is not needed.

With a drop in temperature over the lake, the fog rises. For photographers, there comes a star day and if you take care of the virgin beaches, you can shoot wonderful night scenes. And even try to remove the cobwebs in the dew under the moonlight.

The temperature of the air continues to fall, fingers are frozen, the fog stretches across the forest, settling on everything, with what will come in contact. He touched my lens, creating an unexpected effect on the picture.

Sliding from the mountains cold air, along the valley of the stream Unknown reached the lakes and, touching the watery surface, created a dense cloud. Milky haze, reaching the surface of Lake Jack London, began to spread over it, trying to fill the entire lowland.

I headed along the animal path to the hill to look around the whole panorama.

I formed a company of a pair of quiet night hunters - marsh owls. Sorry, I do not have a flash, and the lantern could not freeze these birds in the frame, I had to enjoy their company alone. Walking along the paths among the larches of the Kayander having very quaint crowns, it is impossible not to make a shot. I really love this kind of larch for their irreproachable picturesqueness.

Behind the hills on the horizon appeared a faint glow, as if near a city in which for some reason the green lights shine. I take a picture and I understand that this is a polar light.

Approaching the house, I took another picture and just at that moment it shot purple flashes. This was no longer repeated with such force and the glow was more even.

My colleagues did not inspire a faint glow at all and they soon went to bed. My plans to go back to opochiv, of course, changed, instead I returned to the bios of the Biologists and filmed until the battery was fully planted.

After a lunar decline, 30 seconds was not enough and it was necessary to take photographs at shutter speeds of 2 minutes.

Not without my flashlight, the light from under the water always looks impressive and I tried to show the texture of the bottom with the help of underwater lighting. In addition, the foreground becomes more interesting. Despite the temperature becoming already negative, I did a duplicate with the lighted bottom until I received the desired one.

In the meantime, the whole forest vegetation grew more and more cold with every second. Even it seemed that you could hear how these ice crystals grow. After the story was shot with the pitfalls, I remembered about my favorite tree on this shore and the wavy sandy bottom, which needed to be removed. Swinging the flashlight in transparent lake water completely transformed the frame.

At about three o'clock in the morning, the radiance was weakened, a foggy cloud from the Unknown spread over most of the lake and absorbed nocturnal sounds. Already near the house, the battery in the camera sat down, giving me full right to rest.

That night a young bear passed along the path beside the house. He modestly passed by and did not even bother to bite into a piece of smoked bacon, strange, usually the youngest are the most arrogant. Maybe a piece of felt in a smoldering fireplace scared off? Or have I interrupted?

Alexey Voron.