Naturalist

Little Bird

Last week there was a one day, when birds where quite crazy. I am not sure was it a light which made them act on a very strange way. I have never seen swallows and other little birds sitting side by side on a phone line or playing with each other. There where birds i had never seen before. I think some of them where looking nests, others where flying without caring much what was in front of them.

    I was upstairs when my mom asked me to come down; there was a bird in our house, trying to escape to the outer realm. I was trying to find out how would i get the bird out of the room, although another window was open. While thinking, another bird tried to come inside, the same kind.
Finally the bird escaped from the window, but i think it was wounded, since later my sister found the same bird from our garden, unable to fly. I Was sad what happened, and took the bird on a forest with my sister, where she/he must felt safer.

Feathers and wings

            

I wish that i could sometimes to be able to see the world like the birds sees it, little things like ladybugs. I think when i start to think about it, it gives me even stronger connection to this nature.

Lauren, thank you for your wake-up call... I have meant to write in here many many times, but then just did not do that. I have to admit that this blog is much more soulful to me than my art blog. This is the truest me; the one who feel that the nature is my most favorite place in the whole world. I am most happiest while sitting at the stone, admiring the glimmering pale blue sea or just walking among the trees.

Here is some photographs i took from my last photograph field trip at my favorite place, where i can just sit and wonder...

Next week i will fly in Tunia to my sister. I will update this blog from there, since i can use a net. All i can write now is that, the place is full of wonderful places and things to see... i so wait to see the old statues and see the ancient looking pines in carthage...

                                                                      

   

   

Bird love

Everytime i see a wee bird. I would want to hold it in my hands, keep it close to my heart.
About six years ago my love for birds started... i was picking up berries from our garden and suddenly i saw a Robin at one of our berry bushes. I knew in that moment that it ment something. From that day every time spring came, it did not start for me wholy without seeing or hearing a Robin.  But every time they appear to me at spring, like they would expect me...
Robin is the dearest bird to me. They have appeared at my dream, guided me through darkness in to the light with their twitters.
Last summer i was a "Robin stalker" when i heard their voice or saw them, i followed them in a forest. They are such a luring creatures.
... and i am waiting for them, but it is too cold for them to fly back from their winter holiday. But they come back and my heart will be  in spring.

I have not been lucky enough to capture an Robin with my camera. But this photo is taken a few weeks ago in my dear "bird forest". There is a blue tit and a blackbird <3

I have never seen so many blackbirds, like i saw when i took this photo. It was a cold day and they where resting at the trees. the birds trust more people in this forest, they know that we take care of them by bringing them treats. I wish one day one will land at my hands when i give them seeds.

Next time i must write about Ravens <3

This post is dedicated to Kelly, who asked me to write more in here :)

Ladybugs

LAdybugs, such a tiny thing, but a miracle still... the weather in Kotka has been more in spring, than in a winter.
Yesterday i came again at my parents place. It is a winter in here. Little sparkles of snow falling. the beauty of an whiteness. the song of an great tit, summoning the spring to come again; and i am singing with them.

I have enjoyed my walks at the "bird-forest" time to time in Kotka. Marveling the little birds, which do not fear so much people, since so many bird lovers are feeding them. It is wonderful to see,  how so many people love birds, or atleast are interested from them...
That forest is one of my favorite places. There is no hurry to go anywhere, usually i just stand there and admire. Not moving for minutes...

I have been pondered the word inspiration. When it comes, it is a gift. Sometimes i try to find it, but it does not feel the same. It does not fill me, like the bits of inpiration, which have been gifted to me.

Today these things move me, inspire me:

the bark of an birches. pale blue sky. finding the bird nest, which i dared not to take at last summer. finding more twigs and leaves for my collection. walk at the sea and collecting sea stones, just for the memory of them...

I have had this little habbit which i usually do, when i am middle of an special moment in nature, which i want to remember: i collect a little a rock, leaf or something else.
When i look them later, those bits take me back at those special moments.

Isn't the color of these flowers marvelous? I took these photographs last summer

Raven girl

I treasure the silent moments. Those moments when i am at my parents home and watch the view from the windows in a early morning. I adore the view which reflects the magic and beauty upon me; there is an apple trees and a sauna cottage in other side, birds feasting. Then there is the hill, which snow has made even more beautiful than it already was. Then there is the sea. I can not decide which view is most precious to me, maybe the hills and meadows. 

After drinking my morning tea (earl grey), i meant to just walk in our yard and take  a few photographs.
But somehow my feet wanted to take me up on the hill, few minutes later i was looking at the most beautiful  landscape.

This  is  a photo  from me and  my fir tree. He has been the one, whom i have hugged when i have been sad, lonely or just wishing something. He has been there for me, just because i wanted to come look at the view.

Today at the hills, i hoped to see the ravens. I did not saw them, but when i came back inside and looked out from the window there they where; two of them, like always. Sadly i did not hear, their beautiful voices; dry as fallen leaves of autumn. Their song are one of the voices i love the most!

Seeking

The time at the countryside has been what i have needed.

Though also it makes me wonder, how i can return at my own nest? I utterly miss  the constant precence of an nature...

I so much wish that soon i can live again middle of nature. See the birds from the window and the wind at the trees.  Just me and a forest.

Maybe my heart wants to settle down for good. Finding that perfect place, where i would live rest of my life. I do not know where that place could be, but i have been longing to travel in england again.

Twilight crow

Days are like a blank pages, without a chance to walk in a nature. A walk in a mysterious woods. What is a life without a song of an bird, nor the dancing wind upon a tree branches? Life is much darker, without the ability to scent the air and feel the moss under my bare hands.

Now is still a perfect time to pick up the nature treasures, before the winter lands in here ( i really hope it will before Yule). So far i have collected moss, ferns, twigs and seaglass for my assemblages and danglies. I would want to pick more cones and twigs too. I hardly ever find any bird feathers. If a feather lands on my path, i think it is a gift from the bird spirits...

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