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.
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.
August 5, 2014.
Gravel crackles under my feet. Choir of grasshoppers on warm summer eve. Scent of summer rich and sweet. Sun is turning towards next adventure. Summer at its best is blooming in splendor.
I have always loved rain and bad weather. I am not well suited for hot weather, and I am intrigued by what is left behind when taken out the serene weather and guaranteed sunshine.
Photos are from the Isle of Jurmo in July 2012. Isle of Jurmo is one of the most enchanting places in the Archipelago Sea in Finland. Elongated island is like a rocky park in memory of the ice age. Different sized, shaped and colored rocks dominate this island, and vast heather fields and open treeless views resemble arctic landscapes of Finnish Lapland. It was fun to notice how the different sized rocks made different sounds when you walked on them. Rumble, rattle, rustle and rasp. Depending on the size of the rocks.
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