Day 118: Yes

We had a very relaxed office afterwork today. The weather was fantastic, so we ditched some other plans, headed to the park with picnic blankets, and ordered pizzas. To top it all off, the coworking space we work in had some beers that were about to expire. We were happy to dispose of them.

After several shorter nights, I was planning to leave early. But it was pretty easy to convince me otherwise. Again.

Day 114: Räyh!

Girls’s night out.

For dinner, Alanna and Kiara chose a sushi – one of their all-time favourites.

After dinner, we headed to a Hevisaurus Musical. I think Hevisaurus is a concept that could really only exist in Finland… Its a band dressed up as dinosaurs, playing heavy metal for kids. And they are pretty good too!

Alanna especially was into every song. She knew the words to half of them and danced passionately to the rest.

As did most of the audience.

I am not sure if I’ve ever seen that many 5-8 year olds headbanging before.

Räyh! is their best song. Or the ballad, ‘Goodnight, Last of the Mammoths’ (Hyvää yötä, viimeinen mammutti). Both are worth a listen.

Day 102: When The World Turns Pink

A few years ago, Stuart and I took our bikes on the metro to the opposite side of Helsinki. It is a great way to find some new interesting routes, instead of riding the same routes over and over again.

Anyway, on that day we stumbled upon the biggest pocket of cherry trees in Helsinki. It was the peak blossom time, and the park was phenomenal.

This year, when I saw the cherries are blooming, I decided to go back with a proper camera. But, as it so often happens, I got busy and waited a few days too long. I managed to catch the blooms maybe on the last day they were still properly pink. The sunnier batches of the trees had already turned green.

I’ll try again next year.

Day 99: The Gods of Photography

There are moments when everything lines up – the building facade, the old green Beetle, the surfboard… The gods of photography have given you their blessing.

There is also truth to the idea that the more you practice, the luckier you get. In photography, it can be changed to: the more you walk around frustrated, the less lucky you feel. But you do learn to appreciate the rare lucky shot.