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.
This winter has been moody in Southwest Finland. The weather has been constantly changing. Temperatures have been mostly mild which lead to short period of supporting ice cover. However, at the same time this winter has been great to enjoy nature’s own art form of imaginative and inspiring ice formations.
Now only memories remain from ice and photographs that support the memories.
Spring is getting closer every day. Birds are singing in chorus. Light is coming back to the landscape.
There are cultivators and gatherers. Many of us are more of one of them and probably most of us are little bit of both.
I myself am at first a gatherer. I love to find new places, discover new landscapes, paths and experiences. I long for travel, walks under the trees, by the river and along the sea shore. I gather experiences and flourish in seeing and feeling new things. This all comes primarily from photography. Photography makes me concentrate, look closer and search for new unseen aspects.
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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.