Category Archives: Nature destination

Yield of the forest

Troll woods. Photographer Kati Kalkamo.

Nothing is lost in the forest, nothing is useless, nothing is wasted. Layers upon layers create a sense of time. Nothing ends, it just changes shape. Time of a forest isn’t harsh, it’s solacing. Forest doesn’t take, it doesn’t hurry. Cycle of time prevails the landscape. Time and eternity are present everywhere.

Forest is endless source for stories. Life is teeming everywhere, even in the quietest forests. Forest makes your imagination fly, and it gives life to the fairy tale creatures. Stories are waiting for the listeners.

Photo is from July, 2015. The day was hot and rainy. Just moments after I took the photo it started pouring rain.

Rainy day made the colors shine and made the forest smell wonderful. I searched for the chanterelles but unfortunately found none. Summer rains hadn’t been enough yet.  But I didn’t leave the forest empty handed.  I had found troll woods of a fairy tale, enchanting atmosphere, light that filtered through the branches and the tranquility that keeps you going in the middle of a busy week.

Forever

Autumn at the isle of Ruissalo, Turku, Finland.

There’s something magical and unbelievably calming in old forests. It’s fascinating how some trees can live up to several hundreds or even thousands of years.

Photos are from the Isle of Ruissalo, Turku, in October 2014. Autumn colors prevailed the landscape, and the forest was preparing itself for the winter. Migratory birds had started their journey.

The forest was quiet. It had seen countless walkers and seasons, and it had changed with the time. I never got to meet my grandparents and I wondered whether they had once walked under these same trees.

I stopped in front of an old oak. I was mesmerized by its sheer size and I couldn’t estimate its age nor did I dare to take a photo out of it. I admired the tree and gazed at the top of the tree. I wondered whether it had met my grandparents. I stood still and I breathed. Maybe the forest would also remember me walking under the trees.

Part of this oak’s tranquility stays with me forever.

Autumn at the isle of Ruissalo, Turku, Finland
Magic of an old forest in autum.
Autumn at the isle of Ruissalo, Turku, Finland
Magic of autumn forest.