Last monday, first day without a work. I know, I probably should have been depressed, anguished, down and crying but no: for me it was first day of freedom, first "you can really be what you really are" day. And christmas did came early at this year - morning were amazingly beautiful. First I did head to Torronsuo national park to catch sunrise, and bit later on that same morning I did do my first return to this place.

Because I'm a morning light (and mist) addicted person, I was already high while driving to this... first on highway, later on smaller gravel road through the forests. I did park my car. In shadows ground were still frozen... light was cold and beautiful as it can in October sometimes be. When arriving air were almost calm... and silence were deep and beautiful now when most of birds have already gone. And I was alone there... enjoying of life and these moments that wouldn't never return. beautiful combination of joy and sadness like autumn morning can give to you... when days are getting shorter, nights are getting longer, summer is gone and winter is coming, colours are fading and living ones dying.

Sorry, if this sounds too... sugary, but it was so and so it is now; I'm loosing my Winter's Gate (Insomnium's new album (and limited Artbook-version), just 1 40+ minute song) virginity right now and this creates shivers all the time. Have to do this now, we are going to experience this album live at this evening!

But after this shit section, to another shit section, so here we... you know.



Fading Colours:





Dead, Silent, Beautiful Autumn:





Cold, White Light:





Silent Songs:





Last Game:





Dancing Light:





Bottles of Light:







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And then to off-topic-bonus-photo. And now something really surprising - I bet you didn't guessed that bonus picture will come from same morning! But it does:



Thanks for watching, or at least scrolling this low.

I love the mid-century-modern Jetson's furniture and as always, your processing brings about a feeling of melancholy and loneliness. But a peaceful, content type of despair. Stunning work, brother from another mother. I toast another ale to you, my Finnish friend.

Pohjanmaan kautta!

Liking the set except for the 2 chairs... they left feeling split
Great pristine relic and shots
The bonus shot rocks.

Dude you've probably become my favorite poster here! Your stuff rocks so hard.

The second shot....Dead, Silent, Beautiful Autumn is Lovely. It doesn't look dead to me when taken as a whole. It looks clean and airy except for the dust on the glass bottle. And, i swear that last remaining green leaf on the limb outside resembles a bird in the tree. Love the old radio in Silent Songs. Happy for you that you could return to doing what you love to do

Posted by Radical_Ed I love the mid-century-modern Jetson's furniture and as always, your processing brings about a feeling of melancholy and loneliness. But a peaceful, content type of despair. Stunning work, brother from another mother. I toast another ale to you, my Finnish friend. Pohjanmaan kautta! http://www.eckraus...om_leather_mug.png

And again you did surprise me - thank you very much!

Posted by blackhawk Liking the set except for the 2 chairs... they left feeling split Great pristine relic and shots The bonus shot rocks.

I did fight fit it too, should I release it or not. I did take "both chairs can be seen completely" photo too of them, but there is sofa at right side of them and it doesn't work as well together as those two so...

Thank you very much. ^^

Posted by Cherokee Dude you've probably become my favorite poster here! Your stuff rocks so hard.

Bloody hell, now I really must try to keep "good" or at least "valid" stuff coming. Thank you very much.

Posted by MisUnderstood! The second shot....Dead, Silent, Beautiful Autumn is Lovely. It doesn't look dead to me when taken as a whole. It looks clean and airy except for the dust on the glass bottle. And, i swear that last remaining green leaf on the limb outside resembles a bird in the tree. Love the old radio in Silent Songs. Happy for you that you could return to doing what you love to do

Thank you very much. And I'm happy too, even economically this is pure suicide. But we only live here once so... why not?