My Northern Home

Okey okey, the title is exaggerating. I didn't post here a thousand pictures. I posted twelve. So no worries, this is not that long post. These pictures are from our first adventure with the sun, after the long polar night had ended. So obviously, unconsciously, all my pictures from this adventure are about the sun and the light. Meeting the sun again. After so many sunless (and in this winter case, grey cloudy days) Feels amazing. It's like seeing your dear friend after a long time.  You realize how much you have mist it. So you are just standing in the cold winter air and felling the sun rays dancing warmly on your skin. You start to smile. Feeling a moment of extreme happiness. Many people ask me, how can I live here in the north, where there is no sun in winter time. And I always tell them, that the polar night is my favorite time of the year. This might have something to do with my grim northern heritage ...

A few weeks ago we were standing on top of Pittiövaara hill. Watching thunderstorm passing by. It was majestic feeling. I have watched many thunderstorms passing by or coming towards from the ground or a lake shore. But never have I been high up. So close to the storm. Yet aside. The other thing passing by me is time. I promised to myself I would write this blog every week. Some great American blogger said, that it doesn't matter how often you write, if your readers can count that every time they visit your blog there is something interesting and new. Well fuck me. I have lost about three weeks from my life again. And  I can't even tell where. I have been, again, in some kind of work-home-work autopilot coma. I realized this the day before yesterday when I woke up by the morning coffee. And I started to wonder why this is happening. Answer? Living up to the other peoples expectations. Giving your time to other people....