One of the thrills of observing the northern lights in Minnesota is that you're never sure what the sky might produce. At any time, a faint green glow along the horizon might explode into a dazzle of multicolored arcs that fill the sky.
But if it doesn't, you might still get lucky — you might meet Steve.
I was fortunate enough to be introduced to Steve on a recent chilly evening while photographing the lights from a bridge near Stacy, Minn., a spot far enough north of the Twin Cities that light pollution won't obscure the aurora borealis.
I should be a little embarrassed that I didn't recognize Steve, given that he's become celebrity in the sky-watching world. I think I can be excused, however, because Steve's burst to prominence has been rapid. No one else knew who he was either until several months ago.
My experience making Steve's acquaintance was similar, I suspect, to others who have come to know him in recent months.
As I watched the end of the brief northern lights show that night in Stacy, a swath of bright vertical light appeared behind a line of trees near me, the radiance stretching high into the darkness from the ground.
I had no idea if this was part of the northern lights. It was to the west, not the north, and seemingly much closer than the aurora. But as I watched the column start twisting with green and purple light, I knew I had better get my camera out. Whatever this was, it was amazing.
It was well after midnight when the light finally faded and I headed home. In the morning, I sent photos of what I'd seen to some friends who know a lot more about this stuff than I do, hoping they'd have an explanation.