So my 1st experience of photographing the Northern Lights was from a grave site at the Black Church in Iceland. With wind gusts up to 40 mph, I set my tripod low to the ground while hunkered down on the graveyard. I ended up losing my left glove which made the experience all the more memorable. As I reached for the fallen glove, a wind gust carried it away as if were being pulled away from me. Was it freaky and creepy? Oh YES!
The Big Dipper (Ursa Major) is seen over the church, proof positive that my camera was pointing to the north.