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.
For four years I used to walk past an old enthralling forest that intrigued my imagination and invited me to walk into the woods with my camera. But every time I was in a hurry, or the weather was not right, or the light was not suitable. Every time I thought that maybe the next time.
Photos are taken in October 2012 from Varkaankuru nature trail that meanders along Varkaankuru Ravine in Finnish Lapland, Finland. My mind was filled with magical silence, enchanting last colors of autumn and constant babbling of the creek that followed alongside the path.
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