#26: And fire came down

Coming to Seinäjoki town I was pondering how could I take a picture of the local totem seen in hundreds and hundreds of photos. Went for a walk and took some oh so boring shots.

Had a walk and tortured my Nikon with boring shots I gave up the thought altogether and came back to the hotel room. There I saw the graphic silhouette of a tree in front of a torcherous sky. All of a sudden I realized the church bell tower there, waiting for me beside the room balcony.

#24: Frozen

My inner photographer has been left empty-handed day in, day out, even though it’s been beautiful winter weather all week long: staying indoors during daylight time is run-of-the-mill for an average office joe.

Today I left early. When I had gone, driven quite a bit, and found my first shooting spot, I realized there was no juice in the camera battery.

Having taken my lunch sandwiches from the bag I had moved the camera a bit. Some button must have been under pressure the whole afternoon, activating the electronic circuits.

Luckily I had my office gear with me to get the picture of the day on Karhusaari island.

#21: The crying of Lot 13

In the bitterly cold, dark Helsinki I visited a museum briefly, just before the closing time. The lady at the counter said I could enter for free and that I hadn’t much time. We had a small chat. Among other things the lady mentioned that she lived in a flat #13.

The exhibition brought into being a world bygone, a 1950s Helsinki of greased-up hair style and wooden house quarter labyrinths.

When I was leaving and putting my coat on, I became aware of one locker key missing. What is this? A plot with a hidden message to be communicated to me? Like the mysterious postal mail Trystero in Thomas Pynchon’s novella?

All of a sudden the lady came, put a small box in and left. What was there? Inverarity’s stamps?

#19: 426 steps to heaven

Today I rode my bike to the Malminkartano landfill hill. The stairs on the Eastern side is an excellent place for muscle-strength developing exercises. A heaven for keep-fit buffs!

I had my small Nikon D3100 with me. It’s so tiny (for a DSLR) that when riding faster back home on a bumby track, I thought the backpack had opened and the camera fallen off, as it was jumping up and down so lightly on my back. The D3100 body cost me a hundred and the Nikkor 18-135mm lens another hundred, second hand of course.