Two weeks ago… finally weekend… and I did dream how I would take more sleep, sleep at least to eight at Saturday before getting on the road. Hell yeah, waking at 6… and at 7 I was already on the road, driving far to photograph one house that I’ve photograph just once year ago. Again morning was gloomy and I did drive against rain. And after 60+ kilometers we get to my life. First walker were angry looking old man, in the middle of nowhere, just 200 meters from that abandoned house!
So I didn’t get there.
Next I did go to check one “might be” map find. Yeah baby yeah! There were tractor on that field where I should have go over.
So I didn’t get there.
Next I did go to check another “might be” map find. Second walker, lonely woman, were walking 500 meters from the place where I suppose to park my car. Yeah baby yeah, not suspicious at all when guy looking like me drives by lonely woman in the middle of nowhere, and then my car is parked there… well, I didn’t care too much. I did walk pretty far and amazing but true – there was abandoned house! But there were also tresher parked on the field… and of course only road to there did go by that house… so I did wait all the time, well, for those few moments I did spent there, car coming.
I did return to my car… and finally I did find myself from here. Old house that I’ve photograph maybe 3 times before, and save just 30 photos… which tells that it have been quite dull place. But not anymore! It was completely same, but… something was different in my mind. Hopefully it can be seen from photos too.
In the vortex of time
The trees fall
Others get weak
Our time to live and be
Long time ago
Logs from the forest
To place called home
Slowly, slowly
Moment at a time
It will turn to forest again
But still will the home have power to resist
By a stroke of fortune
At the corner of home house
Tree like sculpture
And the back of the yard
Little sauna
With the force little left
Finally, unavoidable
Nature will take it’s own back
Sometimes, a lot later
I did wake up into dream
Time of miracles
A moment before
Fight of Capercaillies
In the light of unburning candle
The flame faded
Ending the warmth
From this dying home
I do not wake up anymore
To the scent of coffee
N’or I will fall a sleep
In warmth of my home
In These baskets
I will gather summer days
To bring pleasure to autumn evenings
To kill the winter nights
And those blue dreams of the night
Created true by sadness
When the house had become empty
The home become cold
When heart were tortured by frost
And yearning
With cold heart to the deep sleep
In the afterglow of lived life
In strong colors
In those that once were
Is still alive
Velvet night to the walls
And burning sky above
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And finally, when thinking “you never, ever should try to translate your Finnish text to English when you really don’t know what you are doing” shit, there is one more photo left. I still shall take you back to that this summer’s only trip to Paradise: