I love macro photography. It reveals a world that is hidden to the naked eye. So, some quick shots from our garden, of flowers that many have; dahlias, gladioli, violets, geraniums... They are not short of colours.
Last time I said that
I was born in Helsinki, but I´m actually from Porvoo, a medieval town 50
kilometres east of Helsinki. It´s a small town with both Finnish and Swedish
speaking population. That is important to mention. It can´t be ignored.
Most of the Porvoo houses burnt down in 1760. The fire started from making of a fatal fish soup. The town was rebuilt, this time encouraging people to build their new houses of stone. The wooden houses light up like
matches, you see.
When I went
back to Porvoo with a camera one day, I realized where my love for strong colours in houses derives from.
the last two weeks in Finland, most of that time in Helsinki. I have a
love-hate relationship with Helsinki. I love it to a certain extent, but
exceeding that it starts to wear me down. Saying that I have to add that it´s a
lovely city in the summer. A bit hostile in the winter, though, like any other Northern
places in Helsinki that don´t look like Finland at all. They look more like
some foreign city where I haven´t even been, yet. Ullanlinna, Kaivopuisto,
Kruununhaka… ancient buildings full of colours and details. Very un-Finnish.
So, I can
be a tourist in the very city where I was born, and that´s the way I like it.