One leaf falling doesn’t make a sound. But when the whole foliage dances in the wind, you can hear them sing out loud.
Tag Archives: autumn
Circumstances of growth
Growth comes from patience. Every new beginning rises from yesterday. Growth starts with a possibility. What ever you concentrate on, will grow. Freedom is to choose future, no matter what the circumstances are.
Beauty of imperfection
I love the vast landscapes and majestic views, these give perspective to one’s own life. But what really makes me tick, is the beauty of imperfection and fleeting time. Nothing compares to finding beauty in ordinary and plain sights and details. You can find me most enthusiastic with my camera in the front of wilted plants, twigs and seemingly insignificant debris and trash. These keep me grounded, keep me in the present and accepting and rejoicing the everlasting change.
Colors of a gray day
I embrace the gray days, different shades of the gray sky. From blue to green and red to purple. This grayness is like solace. It makes the colors shine. Promises clouds to fade away and sunny day still to come. Gray day is hope in its all shades. I love the gray days.
Forever
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.
