TELLER MISSION, ALASKA—FEBRUARY 2010
Above . . . the Aurora Borealis shifts and dances in the otherwise pitch-black sky of the 88-day-long night. To the naïve, it’s a beautiful display of color and wonder, perhaps even a nod to the Miracle. But for those few who know better, it’s merely the violent blasts of solar radiation the atmosphere barely manages to stave oﬀ—that radiation being just one of the many corrosive forces trying to crush this anomaly, this tiny bloom called “life,” from Earth once and for all and return the universe to its pulse-less normalcy. And time seems not to be on life’s side.
Below . . . amidst the blowing ice and snow, a team of ﬁve labors under portable construction lights, their identities concealed beneath thickly insulated biohazard suits, their generators adding to the natural din of the howling elements.
–Robert Johnson (Permanent Press, 2014)