A path through autumn
A quiet trail winds between spruce trunks. Fallen leaves brighten the dark forest floor.

The journal
Eight small observations from the road, in every season.
A quiet trail winds between spruce trunks. Fallen leaves brighten the dark forest floor.

Mist softens the shore before the day begins. A few hours in Finnish Lakeland, spent watching the water.

Small islands gather in the blue water. From above, the shoreline looks like a map drawn by hand.

Pink light lingers over the water long after dinner. In summer, the evening seems to take its time.

A green ribbon crosses a dark winter sky. Below it, the frozen lake holds the last of the snow.

Smoke rises into the cold air. Snow settles quietly on the roof and among the trees.

An autumn morning among moored boats and empty wooden crates. The harbour is still before the day begins.

Amber berries hide close to the ground. A small discovery on a slow walk through the northern landscape.
