I’ve been postponing writing this post for so long it has become proper awkward – but awkward to whom? To my few loyal readers, or am I just using this as a self-loath tool, to prove what I have not done? Either way, the post is being written now and another item on my to-do list is being checked. Ha!
Last week we got our new supercomfortable futon mattras and a reasonably good-looking bed, got rid of a few bagfulls of stuff that does not bring us happiness no more and while giving the flat a fresh start into 2017 I thought I would be original and come up with some resolutions for the coming 12 months, with a little audit around my birthday (which is conveniently in mid June).
So what kind of year do I wish for myself?
- an active and efficient one, FFS. I’ll use my potential. I know what I mean, but telling the world makes it a bit more binding. Applies to both work and fun.
- I’ll take a picture a day and publish it either here or on on Instagram.
- every day I’ll sketch or be otherwise artistically productive.
- I will take better care of myself. The body is asking for some particular care so it will get it. Includes some weight or proportion alterations.
- I won’t buy a single item of clothing from a mainstream brand. Why? Because ethics, ecology and refusing to support fast-fashion. Because I’m sick of poor quality of clothes hidden behind (designer) labels.
- I’m allowed to cheat a little bit on the previous and buy things such as undies, socks, ball gown should I be invited to the Independence Day Ball and – if I made it to London this year – a piece or two from COS or Jigsaw I know I will wear a lot.
- I will save toward travelling and house.
- do something I have not done before every week.
- be a better person for myself and others.
- Get that photo project going, dang it.
- Survive the pipe replacement in the house.
- And learn basics of a new language – and a foreign alphabet.
So, as a part of my something-new-every-week, today I gave a good beating to the flokati wool rug I’m in a love-hate relationship with. I can still taste the dust and gunk but the relationship has shifted toward the love axe.
And for the visuals amongst you, I have some memories of Prague. Was it indeed a great day ❤ so great that I don’t mind that about a million tourists and locals will have exactly the same pictures. Kitch is good in smaller doses. Who knows where the compressions went wrong and made the pictures into bitmaps…
I’m particularly fond of the following photo, taken after the sun had disappeared behind the Petrin Hill:
Nice. Noise. I know. Not completely my fault.
I returned to 894,781 shades of grey in Finland – and to -20°C! I don’t understand why people dislike lower temperatures, I mean -15°C is so much more bearable than -2°C. Or +1°C and a foot of slush and wet snow sliding from the roofs behind your collars.
And two random thoughts for the end:
- woolen socks I got from grandma rock. Roses and wool and lanolin cure and the smell of beeswax.
- do you know what is the best christening present? A Google account in the baby’s name, or close to it at least. Soon Google will run out of domaines, so be creative when naming your baby.
And keep well.
I realised that I would probably burn out of life if I skipped all the travelling, walking, exploring, sitting in the car and observing the landscape. I know it is one of the thickets clichés out there, but travelling inspires me and calms me down so much. We went to Savonlinna this time to see La Bohéme by Teatre Regio Torino and it was awesome; the theatre group was unforgettable, the venue (Savonlinna castle) magical and the company great. Oh and we did take a little walk around the centre; it is not beautiful, but it is somehow genuine. Little businesses, market square where you could actually buy local produced goods – oh and the town is totally empty on Saturday nights!
The cultural life (opera) after that was neatly confronted with the wilderness of the archipelago and the summer cabin life. Small municipalities, a lot of water in all its elements. Green, lively and giving.
And in the end we had to stop in Parikkala and check out the local statue park. I guess everything has been said about the park and its father, local artist Veijo Rönkkönen – all left to say is that… try imagining walking onto one of those concrete statues in winter (note the teeth, eyes, etc.!).
A rather refreshing trip with an unexpected ending.
It’s pouring outside and I’m sitting here in my room, sipping hot tea, diving into graphology, ordering accessories and enjoying a calm me-time. Oh and of course I’m again late with my pictures – this a pic per day thing is not going that great. I’m sorry, my faithful readers, I shall improve this sloppery!
So, Midsummer, the best smelling (tar, smoke, wood and diverse flowers) and lightest time of the year is over. Sob. It was great though, I got to enjoy my birthday treat and we visited the Söderskär archipelago a few miles south of Porvoo: a group of several tiny islands, millions of nesting birds and an old light-house. I’m enjoying the sea with every such trip…
… and this is what stuck the most from the trip and from the entire Midsummer: the fog. It was magical though! (yet not capturable)
Let’s start with a few shots from the night before Midsummer. This was taken at about 10pm, check out the light – and the massively angry seagulls.
Now back to Söderskär and fog and mist and a massive fail re: camera settings. Argh!
(in the above picture please do note the island keeper – a volunteer bird researcher. A whole lot of charisma he had.)
The vegetation was limited to a few trees and numerous bunches of chives… nom!
And of course we explored the lighthouse! (not currently in use, sadly)
Usva is one of many Finnish words for mist or fog. I’m not sure what kind of mist though. Is it the optimistic one? Lingering above the ground or sea-level, fresh and crisp, promise of a new, better day? Or thick and wet, irritating your nose-trills, covering the already dull day? Or the ragged, horizontal one, opening up as you pervade it? Or the barely noticeable mist at on an early summer morning?
Well, today’s mist would fall in all of the above categories, with an exception of the summer morning (but on the plus side I could smell the spring in the air).
I only barely managed to capture the moment with the camera. Some moments are only available to human eyes and mind.