Showing posts with label Photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Photography. Show all posts

August 24, 2014

We woke up to find that summer's gone. // The End of Summer

Ruisrock 2014.


Ruisrock 2014 was the festival of beautiful sunsets.

And a festival of some 90's flashbacks. Suede's Brett Anderson doesn't seem to age.

Lissie @ Tavastia, one hot summer evening.

Suddenly summer's gone. First lectures of my second year of Uni begin in a week. The weather has suddenly grown colder. Nearly every morning is met with pouring August rain. My favorite time of the year, Autumn, is almost finally here.

This summer has been a summer of excruciating heath waves. A summer of good music (Suede, First Aid Kit, Bob Dylan[!], Lissie...) and good friends. A summer of reading intimidating books (David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest, still work in process) and summer studies. It's been a good summer, but I'm so ready for the next season.

Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.” - Tove Jansson

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How was your summer?
Excited for autumn yet?
I'm an autumn enthusiast on a reblogging spree of all things autumn on my Tumblr.


June 27, 2014

you've got time. // An abandoned prison at Kakolanmäki

hi! it’s been awhile since i last made a blog post(again). finally, it’s summer! although it doesn’t feel much like it. while the summer in southern Finland begun with a heat wave, lately we have been enjoying a much colder weather. hopefully the nice sunny days will make a return at some point.

i’m spending my summer studying, which basically means doing few exams for which i have to read few text books. really, i’m just vacationing. i had a friend visiting me a few weeks back. we spent our three days together glued to my couch marathoning season 2 of Orange is the New Black from Netflix. time well spent i would say. back then we still had actual summer weather so we did manage to drag ourselves outside of my apartment a little.

with our outside adventures we continued our OITNB prison theme by visiting an old abandoned prison that is just across the street from my apartment building. the prison is on top of a hill called Kakolanmäki and it was build in 1850’s. the prison was shut down in 2007 and has been empty ever since. the buildings are however protected by the Finnish National Board of Antiquities.

getting to the top of the hill is a bit of a climb.


a part of the main building

the hill provides a nice view.








the prison guards' control room was pretty much destroyed.

once the purpose of this building was to keep people in. now there are locks everywhere to keep people out.

"it's windy there and the view's so nice."



the final view; Turku Cathedral at the city center.

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have you watched Orange is the New Black season 2?

did you love it or did you Love it?!
does your town have any cool abandoned buildings/places?

March 29, 2014

a poem is a city filled with streets and sewers // in defense of poetry!

^Library is a reader's best friend.

I love poetry! I always have. As a child I was fascinated with rhymes. As I grew up, I got really into those angsty preteen poems that you could find from the magazines. I was a well read poetry enthusiast by the time I reached puberty. I delved into the works of Sylvia Plath and E. E. Cummings. I had a dozen note books filled with my favorite poetry, and a few filled with my own.

But I always kind of felt ashamed of my poetry enthusiasm. I didn't really read poetry in public for the fear of seeming pretentious. I hardly ever mentioned to people that I wrote my own poetry. When people declared poetry as something stupid and juvenile I would just grind my teeth and try to act nonchalant. Although such statements made me furious and I would defend poetry quietly inside my head.

^books from personal collection and borrowed from a friend

^currently reading: Selected Unpublished Blog Posts of a Mexican Panda Express Employee by Megan Boyle

Why did I feel this way? Maybe I didn't want to be seen as the cliché teenage girl writing crappy poetry and drowning herself in other poet's angst. But poetry is not juvenile or stupid. I could go into extensive feminist rant about poetry and teenage female poets and all that, but that would be a completely different post than what I set out to write (maybe I will do that rant at some point though). But I feel like being a girl had much to do with my shame. Maybe I felt like my feelings weren't valid, that the voices of the female poets I read weren't for me or that I wasn't allowed to relate to the big, important words of the male poets.

Still, here’s my long due declaration: I love poetry!

I love it because I love language. I think poetry is the purest form of magic we have. A one phrase, sometimes just one word, can make my insides turn over. Poetry makes me feel emotions I didn't even know existed.

^marking favorites in Rise of the Trust Fall by Mindy Nettifee 

^Mrs. Dahmer, a favorite from The Bones Below by Sierra DeMulder

We, humans, are not as individual as we like to think. Much of what we go through in life, the emotions we believe to be deeply personal, are actually very universal. But it’s incredibly hard to explain a feeling. We use sayings like a broken heart and feeling blue to describe how we feel to make those sentiments more clear to one and other. What poetry does so well is that it describes the universal human experiences that we think to be unique and personal to ourselves. Poetry connects us in a way that prose simply isn’t able to. I’m not saying that other forms of literature don’t move us or touch us in the same way, but rather that we relate to fiction through the characters and their experiences. In poetry we don’t always know the characters or the narrators but we relate to the words through our universal emotions.

I read for the reasons I believe we all read. We want to feel that we are not alone, that we are connected. We read so that we can feel that we belong to this world and that our thoughts and feelings are not strange or alienating. Poetry makes me feel less alone. I can relate to someone else’s emotions like they are my own. It’s the closest one can get to someone else’s mind, to being inside someone’s thoughts and feelings. It makes the world smaller. It’s magic.

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April is the National Poetry month in The United State, Canada and all over the internet.
For all things poetry, check out the Poetry Foundation.
For spoken word poetry performances, watch some of Button Poetry’s amazing videos.

Books seen on the photographs (and highly recommended!):
Howl and Other Poems by Allen Ginsberg
Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water ‘Fore I Diie by Maya Angelou
Across the Land and Water by W. G. Sebald
Ariel by Sylvia Plath
Selected Poems by Walt Whitman
The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills by Charles Bukowski
Selected Unpublished Blog Posts of a Mexican Panda Express Employee by Megan Boyle
The Bones Below by Sierra DeMulder
Rise of the Trust Fall by Mindy Nettifee

December 28, 2013

So this was Christmas. (Christmas 2013)

the weather stayed dark and gray all through Christmas, but the atmosphere was cozy and warm. i ate too much, like one does during the holidays. the kids were restless but joyful. everyone got great presents. i, of course got books! which i will make a separate post about at my book blog, soon. it was nice to be all together for once, i don't think i've been with around my whole family since summer. i mostly read, petted our old dog and cat who had suddenly gotten adorably fat. and i realized, that despite of growing up, Christmas to me, still feels like magic. just different kind of magic.










December 19, 2013

we rise like smoke until we are free. (Christmasy things)


i wish i could say that it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, but the weather is rainy and gray and it looks like it's gonna stay that way all through Christmas. well, i've still managed to gather a little bit of Christmas spirit and i can't wait to just spent few days around family and eat and read and exchange presents! 

Dinosaur Gingerbread Cookies!




We had a little snow but then it melted away pretty fast.



But i can't complain, since the river and the lights outside my window are beautiful in any weather.


How are you getting ready for the Holiday Season?

November 30, 2013

i'm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town.




I've been busy is the lames excuse for falling off the face of the earth, but it's also way too true sometimes. my first semester at University is coming to an end- the past few weeks have been filled with exams, due dates, stress and crying, stress and eating, and not enough sleep. week and a half to go until Christmas break. i can't wait to have time to read for pleasure. or actually clean or do laundry properly.
there was a firework show under my window tonight. i've been putting up Christmas lights, buying unnecessary but pretty household items. i love that the city is dressing up itself for Christmas, yet i wish there was snow. i like the dark nights and the frozen streets, Christmas lights on trees and the Christmas carols playing in all the stores. it's the most wonderful time of the year. i might even masochistically like the exams and hardcore studying.