Jurmoish, late June.
Sjövik, late July.
Sjövik, mid June.
Sjövik, late May.
A solitary whooper swan. No mate, no nest. A youngster would hang with the gang. A widow, maybe? Sjövik, early May
Sjövik, slightly later mid-April.
This species is usually in blossom around Dec 9th. Must be delayed by global warming.
Yes, it came from the South over Pernåviken. Sjövik, early January. Very early.
Sjövik, late October
Sipoonkorpi, late May
Sipoonkorpi, late May
Sipoonkorpi, late May
Don’t you sometimes get the feeling that they just might be out to get you? Fantsnäs, mid May.
Kuusamo, late March
Siberian Jay Kuusamo, late March
Ruka, late March.
Darkness falls across the land. The midnight hour is close at hand . . . and 2014, well it’s just so last year. Fantsnäs, late, very late December
Or is it purple? Anyway, this slightly monetesque anemone means Lightflux is back on nine. If only for the traditional birthday flower for my baby sister. Happy Birthday! Fantsnäs, early May
Can you spot a common theme in the last three images? C’mon, it’s there if you look hard enough. Home, mid July.
Typically for this time of the summer, some species are blossoming while others are still only budding. Fantsnäs, late June.
Fantsnäs, mid June
Fantsnäs, mid June
Fantsnäs, mid June
Fantsnäs, mid June
Fantsnäs, mid June
You have been warned. Fantsnäs, mid May
Storkobban, mid May
As readers of this blog – all three of them – may recall, round about this time of the year the images from the Arktika start popping up. Like this one here. Next up then would traditionally be the green period, so beware. Storkobban, mid May
Happy Mother’s Day! Fantsnäs, early May
Fantsnäs, late April
Långholmen, mid April
This Peacock butterfly woke up from his winter hibernation with his wings torn. He got help getting outside the window, but was dead on the ground only minutes later. Spring and new life is not for everyone. Fantsnäs, mid April.
Jurmo, early April.
Fantsnäs, mid January.
At times, life is peculiar. It’s not really like you’d expect to wake up, walk out the door and find a giant, frozen brain in a waterfall, right? Or am I’m just being too narrow-minded here? Vanhankaupunginkoski, Helsinki, mid January
Finally, some ice and snow. Those who complained about the lack of snow have already moved on and are now complaining about the cold weather. Those complaining about the darkness are a bit in-between, but before late they’ll be able to whine about not being able to sleep because it’s too light. And then they’ll […]
Lotan, early June
Kråkskär, late June.
. . . and the colors that were, and will be. But mostly, as per usual around this time of the year, they are birthday flowers for Lil’ Sis’! Långholmen, late May
Eurasian Jays are suspicious folks. They don’t really trust yours truly to provide them with nuts for the whole winter, so they grab all they can carry and hide them away somewhere. And probably forget where most of them are. This one at least had the manners to pose in front of a background of […]
This one’s interactive, you get to figure out the dialogue. Something like this: Mr. Eagle comes home after a long day hunting, and Mrs. E goes . . . Kuhmo, early August
Eino was a storm, of sorts. He looked like this, sort of. Fantsnäs, mid November.
No, it’s not lake Geneva. It’s just another quiet Friday night over the Rock, downtown Hell-sinki. Krunika, late May.
Lauttasaari, late November
Fantsnäs, mid October
Maverick killed the Mac. Now the Mac is back. Not much frost this fall, really, but this was shot during one of the few mornings. Fantsnäs, mid October.
One last wigeon leaving for the long flight south. Or maybe he’s just off to celebrate the 1st anniversary of Lightflux tomorrow? Fantsnäs, late September.
This past week has been one of mass migration. The chilly northerlies sent Cranes, Wigeons, Teals, waders and Wagtails southwards, among many others. Today, masses of Barnacle Geese were on the go. Luckily, there is a fair chance that they’ll be back next year. Fantsnäs, late September
Yes, humanizing animal behaviour is silly. But with a gesture like this, how can you not? And besides, while this Whooper Swan probably don’t care too much how the second fiddle hits her b flat, he sure was the chief of the bay despite some fifty Cranes and tens of Greylag geese present. In the […]
While there may not seem to be a whole lot of movement in this image, these juvenile Ruffs are very much on the go. Migrating from their area of birth among the wetlands in the north, they stop along the way, spending their days in a foraging frenzy to bulk up before they head to […]
Lohm, early July.
Yup, trees are generally pretty peaceful. But you never know. It’s not like us humans are treating them very nicely. Fantsnäs, mid August
Vik, late August
It’s getting dark on the mire. The photographer sees nothing but shadows, the camera apparently a bit more. But for the eagle, catching tonight’s supper is no biggie. Kuhmo, early August
August light has a special feel to it. Mostly, it’s just plain summer, nice but a little dull. But occasionally, there’s a hint of whats to come in a month or so. Fantsnäs, mid August.
Very strict dress code at this dinner, very strict. Kuhmo, early August.
Or, who knows, maybe the bear and his pal the seagull are just hangin’ out together? Kuhmo, early August
Or just very determined? At least he’s hungry, and the ravens would be wise to stay out of his way. Kuhmo, early August.
Kråkskär, late June
Fantnäs, late July.
Not a lot of green in this one, huh? Storkobban, late May
Yeah, I know, a lot of green light. But it´s that time of the year. Not a lot one can do about that. Fantsnäs, early June.
Fantsnäs, early June
They come in thousands, millions even. Barnacle geese, Brant geese, Long-tailed Ducks, Common scoters and Loons, among others. They’re in a hurry, and they are very, very determined: to get to the tundra and breed during the brief Arctic summer. In the fall, they will return more quietly, but next spring the magical race is on again. […]
Yep, it´s there. Storkobban, late May
It’s a small world. To think that this flower was originated by a tear from the Virgin Mary, and now it grows in Östra Nyland. What are the odds? Btw, no animals were harmed during the making of this image, and neither were the colors boosted in post. Fantsnäs, early May.
Where clichés become reality Ingå, early May
Well, Mr. Merganser certainly looks happy now. So all is good, probably, although that smile does look just a little bit suspicious… Fantsnäs, mid April
Not claiming to be a reader of birds´ minds, I still can’t help but think that Mrs. Merganser here isn’t quite a happy camper. And Mr. M. in the background, doesn’t he look a bit . . . ashamed? Fantsnäs, mid April
This buddy was up all night chattin’ to da ladies, at 5 a.m. he was still hooing and wooing . . . No wonder he needs a little afternoon nap. And yes, this is a wild Tawny Owl, he just happens to like this old barn. Fantsnäs, mid April
Okay, it´s now officially spring. Thank you. Fantsnäs, mid April
In normal years, the Blackbird is one of the first signs of spring, arriving early with its characteristic black suit and vibrato flute. This year, it seems like it remains the only sign . . . Well, according to this prophecy there´s only 23 days left of winter, so enjoy! Fantsnäs, early April
“Take us to the leader of this planet” was all I heard before I ran away. I never had the chance to ask where they came from, nor why they wanted to meet Mr. Zuckerberg. Långholmen, early August.
Mute Swans can handle anything, except ice. They need open water to reach the seaweed they’re feeding on. Right now they fill up just about every little area of open sea in the archipelago, just waiting, waiting for spring to finally arrive. Åland, mid March.
Voles come and go in cycles. With a life expectancy of about 6 months and very efficient breeding, the variation is significant. Right now, we´re seeing the bottom of a cycle. So who cares? Well, this Great Grey owl may care. He´s travelled far from the North all the way to Helsinki looking for food. […]
Gotta go, I´m running out of mind Fantsnäs, March
Well, it´s just a leaf really. Just had to make a headline. Fantsnäs, early March
The days are getting longer, and the hormones are getting stronger. This woodpecker is already rattling and drumming his mating call. A bit on the early side, maybe, but he just may be the one who catches the . . . ehrm, worm? Fantsnäs, late February
This is the surface of the sea. Not in a city harbour, not downriver from a pulp mill. This is from the heart of the Archipelago Sea National Park. And it´s not supposed to look like this. Please stop pouring crap into the Baltic. Check out BSAG Björkö, early September
Some very small trees. Or maybe they are aliens, waving to their peers across the icy fields? I´m not sure, but don´t give me that “frosty weed” -stuff. Not buying that. Fantsnäs, mid-January
If, for a brief moment, we neglect the fact that this reed is dead and – quite literally – so last year, we can instead focus on the visual dynamics and let it symbolise the new year. Or, alternatively, just cut the crap and look at the picture. Fantsnäs, late December
The world is full of little works of art these days. Real masterpieces if you look closer, but you have to take the time to stop and have a good look around. And get real low down, of course. Fantsnäs, early January.
Happy New Year 2013! Fantsnäs, late December
On December 21st, according to one calendar, winter darkness reaches its peak and spring light starts to slowly, slowly claim back lost ground. According to another calendar, apparently none of this really matters. Soon we’ll see. Utö Kesnäs, early March.
At this time of the year, it´s mostly about greys and whites. And, if by chance, the sun would happen to pop out for a moment, we might get some orange and yellows. But not much blues around, and certainly no green. Which is, of course, irrelevant because you´re all indoors surfing the web anyway. […]
Okay, folks, that´s it. Some five months of piles of snow, freezing temperatures and chilly winds ahead. But by May 1st it should be over, more or less, so no reason to despair.
It can´t be easy being a bird in Finland at this time of the year. Heavy snowfall and freezing temperatures are forecast for the end of the week. Is this wigeon aware of that? Can he feel it coming? Will he leave ahead of the cold front? Or will he end up being lunch for […]
This fall, about 500 000 migrating Barnacle Geese were seen resting at various locations in South-Eastern Finland. That´s half of the estimated total world population of 1 million. These guys are looking for a landing spot among 1000 of their peers, not long before sunset near the town of Lovisa. And no, the birds are […]
“Now, who do you think you are anyway? I can do this for hours without blinking if I have to.” Young common gull taking his first steps in social life. Suomenlinna, mid September.
Wonder what this guy is thinking? “Nice view”? “Damn it´s cold”? “Why didn´t she call”? “What the heck is that guy doing with a camera on his knees by the pond”? This image is btw taken exactly 1 nautical mile South of the Kolme Seppää -statue, generally considered the absolute heart of downtown Helsinki. Uunisaari, […]
The magic of fall is that there is perfect light all day long. If there´s any light at all, that is. Fantsnäs, late October.
Okay, so the sun may not shine all of the time, and it may even be a touch on the damp side form time to time. But despair not, all is not grey!
For those of you not in the know, the lower part of this image shows the most legendary part of Helsinki called The Rock. The upper part is called The Sky.
It´s been a while, see you again on December 14th.
He´s trying to hide, hoping that the last bird will leave for Africa before he becomes lunch. The crappy part is that the first cold night will get to him anyway. Kind of a lose-lose situation, really, being a bug these days.
Byebye, see you again in April. Enjoy Egypt, or Spain, or wherever you´re going.
Not much to add to that, except that there was ice on the boat that morning. Pentala, late April.
Something grew here, got harvested. Don´t want to venture too far into details.
Not exactly World Wide, but a Web nonetheless.
These guys are, well, a bit special. They choose the – by far – smallest cliff around, climb up and just lie there packed like, eeh . . . seals? South of Bodö, early September
A Marsh harrier (Circus aeruginosus) stalking some prey along the Southbound route. Långholmen in September.
Eventually, these guys will leave, but in early September they´re still enjoying some quality time between mating & migrating by just generally being cool. Bredviken, Fantsnäs.
Late July, around midnight at Långholmen. The clouds were apparently electrified by Maisteri T´s performance at Nötö earlier that night.
Moonions are, in fact, a very rare species. They mostly grow where the sun don´t shine. Getskär, just before midnight in June.
Hardly the most surprising subject. This one is from a very early June morning at Lotan.
Eiders (Somateria mollissima) dive deep to get to these goodies. May they be forgiven for not tidying up afterwards.
Birchtrees eagerly waiting for spring, but all they get is Takatalvi. And yes, that is a word. Fantsnäs, early April.
Early morning dew. Lotan, June.
But seriously, folks: Horton, anyone?
The Arctic Tern (Sterna paradisea) doesn´t catch fish for food only, he has to bring a non-stop stream of little fish to impress his wife-to-be, all as a part of the courtship ritual. How cool is that when you´ve just flown in from the Antarctic and would probably just want to have a beer?
No catch this time. At Lotan, SW of Björkö.
Not a whole lot to chew on here, but the view is great. Stockhamn, SE of Borstö.
Ormskär, Utö, late March
Just before sunset at Ormskär, Utö in late March. Later on this island is best left alone, as it is home to a multitude of nesting birds.
Only a few meters and five minutes from the previous one, just East of Kesnäs, Utö in late March.
Early spring sunrise at Utö.