Image source Do you have a photo of your mountain spectre? If so, share it with us in the comments below.Mosse pushes the boundaries of photography to raise an urgent warning cry over catastrophic destruction in the Amazon rainforest.ĭevastation in the Amazon rainforest and the climate change it triggers tend to unfold in ways that are too vast to comprehend, too minute to perceive, and too normalised to see. Eventually I just gave up, savoured the memory and secretly hoped Buddha’s Light would return on my next visit into the mountains. My spectre had fled, replaced by a valley scene of turquoise lakes and snow and I was left to try and describe the immensity of the moment. (And bring up a camera.)Īlas, when the team finally did join me the cloud bank had dissipated, puffed into the ether like morning fog dying in the sun. He flapped his long arms and jumped around while I yelled at my lagging companions to hurry up and get to the ridge so they too could experience the phenomenon. My mountain spectre wasn’t quite so scary or omnipotent.
Perhaps this is what Moses saw on Mount Sinai? Maybe he climbed above the clouds, saw his own shadow cast onto the mist and, without any comparative reference points in the white out, assumed the illusion was a deity descending from on high to tell him how we should curb the desire to gossip about our neighbours.
Frankly I don’t like the name “Brocken” – too much like “broken,” which definitely doesn’t summarize how I feel about the experience that happened to me the day after my 38th birthday. The Chinese call it “ Buddha’s Light” and in Germany the phenomenon is known as “Brockengespenst,” named for the Brocken mountain where spectres are regularly seen. In his 1872 book Round-about Rambles, Frank Richard Stockton described how the “Spectre of the Brocken…was a fearful sight to behold suddenly upon the summit of a loft mountain…sometimes with arms upraised, as if invoking ruin upon all the country.” What happens next is really just an optical illusion but one that’s so unsettling it has the power to terrify. You have to be standing on a peak or a ridge above the clouds with the sun at your back and the cloud bank below has to be composed of uniformly-sized water droplets so as to best diffract visible light. For one thing, you need to leave your living room and get high. Very few people in the world are lucky enough to meet their mountain spectre. The arms and legs appeared to be over 40 feet high but his torso was a blob of shadow topped by a minuscule head cast in nimbus luminescence. His limbs belonged on a Hollywood alien – stringy and long. He was backed onto a bank of cloud, hovering over Mulvey Basin, surrounded by a rainbow halo. I had just reached the ridge between Gimli Peak and Niselheim in the Valhalla Mountain Range of British Columbia when I first glimpsed the anomaly. You never forget meeting your mountain spectre.
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