Through the Lens
At the same time in several places in the archipelago and Turku we were wandering, looking through the lens and observing with new eyes familiar paths, roads, streets - cliffs, beaches, neighbourhoods.
First it seemed that my inner lens needed some cleaning and my artistic eye wasn't finding anything special -
- the road to Almas and the lovely beach of our home village Rumar had too many memories of winter sledge rides, hot long days at the beach with books and picnic baskets and magical night swims in the waves. I could see them all.
But I truely enjoyed - the spring air and the dimmering evening sun, the brave flora raising their heads and the eager companions chatting and running, creaping and observing the small and the wide.
And at home I realised that I had managed to catch quite a lot with my dusty lens and baggage of memories.
It is interesting to see what the others saw and caught:
- our guide was Renja Leino, our local photo artist: