My Rubber Boots Are Leaking!

It's 5:45 am as I'm parking my car on the logging road. The sun is up since 5:15 but it's still just above the treetops so I expect the light to be good for some landscape photography.


Today I have decided to visit a mire I haven't been to before. It's a 15 minute drive from my home. The weather is clear and the temperature close to the freezing point as I make my way through the forest to the edge of the mire.



Forest in sunset. Landscape of Finland.
The sun greets me between the trees as I walk towards the mire.


Small trees, mostly pines, grow around the edges. But the closer into the middle of the mire I go fewer trees block my view.


I tried to visit this mire once before, but it was a spontaneous idea that time. I did not have suitable shoes so I didn't quite make it all the way to the mire that time. Now I have rubber boots. It's wet although frozen on the surface of the mossy ground. Sometimes I hear a sound of running water and bubbles coming up when walk slowly or stand still. It's more safe to move than to stand still.



Mire (bog or fen) in Finland. Beautiful nature.
Pines never grow tall on a mire. And then they die and become art.


I see a rock 50 meters ahead and decide to make my way there. My view from it is wonderful although it's not a big rock. The mire is very flat. By getting just a meter up will change your perspective drastically.



Mire of Finland. Morning in the nature.
View from the rock.


As I stand on the rock I suddenly see a bird of prey keeping an eye on me from it's nest. I hurry to mount the tele lens but as I raise my camera the bird is already gone. No problem, though. The bird (an Osprey) flies back and forth to the nest during my hour on the mire. I get lots of photos of it. A couple of geese gets frightened (well, they surprised me too!) and take off and fly in a big circle around me. I can hear lots of different birds singing constantly. What a fantastic way to start a day!



Osprey, a bird of prey, landing on its nest. Finland.
An Osprey (Swedish: fiskgjuse) arriving at its nest.

Geese flying
Geese lit by the warm morning sunlight.

After a while my left foot start to feel wet. Yes, there seems to be a tiny hole in my rubber boot. No big problem, though, but I'll try to remember to patch the hole until next time.


Before I leave I find a dead tree lying flat on the ground where it once grew, died and eventually fell. It's grey and only short stumps are left from the branches. It's almost 3 meters long, but I decide to take it with me. It'll fit perfectly in my office interior.


Dead tree on a mire in Finland. Finnish wilderness.
First I took a photo of it. And then I just took it.


Dead tree on a Finnish mire (bog, fen) in morning light. Wilderness of Finland.
Dead trees in many different shapes.


Dead tree in Finland. Wilderness, bog, mire. Nordic Landscape.
Beautiful gray on beautiful blue!

Dead tree on mire in Finland.
Kind of cool, don't you think!

Nordic Landscape. Mire of Finland. Wilderness. Bog, mire.
Me enjoying my solitaire morning walk in the wilderness.