Man with a dog

A chance meeting in the early morning provided a photo opportunity. The young rowan towers over the man with its garlands of spider silk.


A landscape bleached by the misty dawn.



Messages of fall

Summer isn’t quite over yet, but autumn is sort of sending its scouts out. Like the odd leafy plant turning a gorgeous red colour.


Others turn greenish yellow. Just the odd branch here and there, like a memento mori for trees.


In the rain, the colour of the tree trunks becomes so vivid. Like they’re more there than usual. Here seen against a ‘dead ice tarn’ – a pond left behind by the retreating ice age.


A perfect toadstool. We didn’t eat this one, of course, but we did find several kilos of sheep polypore and boletus that we’ve been gorging ourselves on for a week!


And for someone who loves mist and fog, I’m now getting my fill.


Finally, the willow herb has reached the end of its blooming period, and is now releasing its seeds for next year. Yesterday, the air was filled with them, just sailing around on the wind, gleaming in the sunshine. I think they deserve several pictures!








Morning dew

The other day, I got up at 4.30 to photograph the sunrise. Ha ha. This was what I found.


At first, I was disappointed, but then I started to discover all the byproducts of that thick fog: millions upon millions of dewdrops on tiny spider webs that are usually invisible!


It was gorgeous!


Everything was covered in minute droplets – everything.



At first, I thought this flower was covered in frost, but it was water, clinging to each and every fine frond.


Close up, the droplets look like pearls.




Ant to think that these webs are there all the time, and we have no idea!



Evening glow (again!)

I’m running out of headings! It’s all pink and glow, evening light, mist and summer. *happy sigh* Welcome troubles, all considered.

But maybe in a few weeks, the colours and moods will start changing, when autumn starts creeping up on us. I can already feel the cool breath of it snaking through the trees. We no longer have that heavy heat of July, that just seems to weigh everything down with contentment and laziness. Instead there’s a fresh tang that tells you it’s time to get things done!

But it’s still summer, and the world is still a golden place. Yesterday, I chased the setting sun all over the landscape, and for once, I managed to catch a few mosquitoes as well! You can see them dancing above the grass, little motes of glittery dust in the sunlight.


I can’t get enough of these backlit things. It’s as if that halo surrounding them makes them more real and more ethereal at the same time!


Everything comes to life in the evening light. During the day, there’s just the woods, but when the sun sets, they turn into individual trees.


A tangle of gold.


A few minutes after sunset. The gold has turned to pink.


I’m not sure what that pine tree wants with the moon!


Watching the sunrise

My natural instinct is to photograph the evening light, since I’m a bit of a night owl, but this morning I set the alarm to four o’clock and went out to capture the sunrise instead. A herculean feat, believe me, but my tiredness soon evaporated as I climbed a small hill and saw the sky turn pink and gold.


I’ve never actually watched a sunrise before. I’ve been up at dawn, yes, but then I’ve always been busy with something else. Today I just stood there and drank the light that spilled over the horizon and flooded the forest. For every passing minute, the colours changed, and I had this feeling of being there, of seeing the day start in a very concrete way.




This tree looked like it was still half asleep, the bark at the back still clinging to the chill of the night, while the lichen caught the first rays of the sun and basked in the warmth.



Finally the whole valley was aglow with morning light, each individual twig and fir needle sparkling and awake.


The beard lichen glittered like golden tufts of hair in the pine trees.


When I turned around and saw my equipment sitting there, basking in the sun just like the rest of the world, I had to snap a picture of that too!


My battery died, so I missed the sun-pierced veil of mist over the creek, but an hour later, I took a final picture in the forest behind the cabin. The sun is so bright that almost all of the colour drains from the photo, but I still think it conveys the calm of the place.


Cabin weekend

Come Monday, it’s back to the dayjob for me. To squeeze the last drops out of my wonderful vacation, M and I went to our cabin in the woods – not for the last time, mind you. We like to go there now and then during the autumn as well. As long as there’s no snow, we persevere.

I had to take a new version of this beautiful line of birches to see if my new wide-angle lens (yay) makes any difference. I think it does. The picture is sharper, for one, and that lovely golden green of the birch leaves sort of pops, doesn’t it?


While the others sat by the fire, I set off on my usual quest for evening pink skies and mist. I was not disappointed.






On Saturday, we went for groceries in a nearby village, and my hopes for a picture from the mountain were dashed because of the rain. But on the way back, it let up, and the dispersing clouds were so dramatic over the lake.




This is what I saw when I turned back to shore! Hard to believe that it’s the same day with the same weather, isn’t it?


The whole weekend was both warm and sunny and cool and rainy. Apparently the perfect conditions for redcurrants, because look how they developed over only two days: