Flowers are just beautiful. Their bright colors and sweet smells bring gardens to life, and they remind me of all those warm, sunny summer days, buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies everywhere. It’s like nature’s own picture show that I wish I could snap and keep forever in my memory!
A view of a kitchen through a window, featuring Tinka sitting on the windowsill and warm yellow light illuminating the interior.
Posted for John’s Cellpic Sunday and Monday Window: 6 October 2025
Autumn is this weeks Lens-Artists ‘Looking Back’ Challenge, set by John. John’s original challenge post is here. In July 2020, the team launched a series called “Seasons.” Patti facilitated the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #106: Autumn here.
Autumn, fall, is a warm-colored season with cool temperatures, bringing a beautiful array of reds, oranges, and yellows as the leaves turn. The woods are full with edible mushrooms to pick and the more poisonous to photograph. It’s a time when nature begins to rest, preparing for the winter months ahead, and people also find themselves slowing down.. Slowly but surely, we are cozying inside our homes, wrapped in soft blankets while savoring warm drinks and apple pie. This season encourages us to stay inside, lighting the candles and fireplaces that create a warm, inviting atmosphere.
The crisp air outside calls for strolls among the falling leaves, reminding us to appreciate the beauty of change.
To us, falling leaves and autumn symbolize the closing of the summer season; at our summer house, this transition means not only raking leaves but, in recent times, using a lawnmower to moan them into little bits and leaving them as nutrients for the earth to enrich the soil for the next year. My husband took on the ambitious task this summer of clearing so many trees that one entire corner of the yard , now has an entirely new look, revealing hidden patches of sunlight that we hadn’t seen in years, the wood area of our yard needed cutting and trimming of the trees, which has unfortunately left us with mounds of branches scattered around the property. As the days grow colder and the ground becomes wet, the branches are gathered and prepared for a controlled burn to take care of the debris; it took a whole day to accomplish this, but the effort was worth leaving behind a cleared space that feels refreshing and revitalized for the upcoming seasons. A days work and in the end you are left with area with white ash.
Big thanks to John for giving us a nudge to share our Autumn vibes We’d love for you to share your favorite autumn photos too. Just link to John’s original post here and don’t forget to use the Lens-Artists Tag so we can check out your take on the theme!
Last week, our guest host, Joanna Mason, inspired us with the theme “Everyone Should See This,” resulting in a plethora of unique images in response. Thank you Joanna! Next week, Ann-Christine will be hosting the Lens-Artists Challenge, so make sure to follow her blog here to catch the challenge she will announce on Saturday, October 11, at 12:00 pm. Eastern Time.
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for Debbie’s six word Saturday
Sea buckthorn is this spiny shrub that gives us some seriously vitamin C-packed berries! They’re also loaded with health perks. We had a conversations with a friend of mine about the bright orange berries that are full of antioxidants, vitamins, and good-for-you fatty acids, which can do wonders for your skin, give your immune system a nice boost, and keep your heart happy. Right now is the perfect time to dig into them. My friend eats them directly from the shrub, not me 😀
When I think about the ocean, I can’t help but feel a rush of emotions. It’s this vast expanse that holds so many mysteries and beauty, evoking awe and humility in me. The ocean feels like this incredible force—both calming and powerful at the same time. There’s something magical about standing by the shore, where you can hear the waves crash and feel that deep connection to nature and time itself.
Joanne is this weeks host. Her challenge post is here. Her request is to share some photographs of things/people/places that are inspiring and that you want to share. This is my approach to it. Suggestion: all the images in the galleries can be enlarged by a click.
It’s hard to believe that around 60-70% of people around the world have never seen the ocean in person. That means over 2.5 billion folks haven’t experienced the delight of watching the waves or feeling the sand between their toes! For many, it’s just not possible—living in landlocked areas, dealing with financial constraints, or simply not having the chance to travel can keep them away from those tranquil blue waters. It’s a reminder of how important it is to ensure everyone gets a taste of the ocean’s beauty.
I saw this firsthand in India when local people from the countryside came to see the ocean for the first time for the New Year celebration. They had no idea of the power of the water and did not know how to swim, yet the sheer joy radiating from the women, children, but mostly young men was a sight to behold. They were playing on the beach as you usually see children play, building sandcastles and chasing each other in the waves lapping at their feet. The lifeguards were driving up and down the beach giving warnings not to enter if you don’t know how to swim. Also, the amount of selfies and photos 😀 one can guess how many…
The ocean has inspired so many, including some amazing writers. Robert Wyla captures this perfectly when he says, “The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.” That resonates with me! And Rainer Maria Rilke echoes similar feelings, sharing his experience of going to the sea when life gets heavy: “When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.” Doesn’t that just sound soothing?
I also love Christy Ann Martine’s lines, “Dance with the waves, move with the sea, let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.” It speaks to the joy of immersing ourselves in the ocean’s embrace. It reminds me that there’s this beautiful freedom found in the rhythm of the ocean.
Even if some haven’t been able to experience it firsthand, its essence resonates in our hearts and connects us all. The ocean isn’t just about its waves and shores; it’s about healing, inspiration, and that profound sense of belonging we all seek. So here’s to all the adventures waiting at the ocean!
I cannot end this post without sunset from by the ocean
Last week, you were so creative with your responses to Tina’s challenge! I love how different takes were on that theme. For Joanne’s challenge this week, make sure to link your post to hers and don’t forget to throw in the “lens-artists” hashtag so we can easily spot your post in the Reader.
Next week, John returns with a new challenge. It will go live at noon EST in the USA. Tune in to find out more about the challenge then. Please see this page to learn more about the Lens-Artists Challenge and its history.
The building depicted in the image is the Finnish Clock and Jewelry Museum, Kruunu, located in Espoo. The museum showcases the history and art of clocks and jewelry. Museo Leikki is a museum specializing in the history of toys, play, and childhood. The museum opened in May 2022. Café Lyrica, which is likely situated in the museum.
Monday Window: 29 September 2025
These apartments are located in Tapiola, one of the suburbs of Espoo, Finland. These are some of the more modern apartment buildings. Just a block away from here, my grandmother lived for over thirty years.
Debbies One Word Sunday: Home and Cellpic Sunday also to Monday Windows
I drove back to my summer house under these dark, very impressive clouds that loomed ominously over the horizon. A huge rain pour had just passed the area, leaving behind a fresh, earthy scent that filled the air, as the remnants of the storm clung to the landscape. All that was left to see were the swirling clouds and the distant rumble of thunder, echoing like a memory of the storm’s fury. As I navigated the winding road, I could feel the anticipation of the cool, refreshing breeze seeping through the open windows, mingling with the scent of wet pine trees and damp earth.
Stormy clouds gather thick,
veiling the winding road in a dark embrace,
their swirling forms whispering fervent secrets of August skies.
The air crackles with electric anticipation,
as nature’s breath draws in,
a symphony of windsong
passionately dances through the fields,
while the horizon sighs deeply,
cradled beneath the weight of rain,
painting the countryside
in lush hues of deep gray and fleeting light.
We have had two beautiful sunsets this weekend, each more captivating than the last. The colors have been really intense, creating a display that left us in awe. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky transformed into a vibrant canvas, splashed with hues of orange, pink, and purple. Nature truly does provide the best art with big and bold strokes, reminding us of its incredible power and beauty..
This first set is me facing the camera to the west sky. The photos in can be enlarges by clicking the photos, I even recommend you to do so 😀
Now facing north ern sky the colors were pink and blue, usually the colors are not so strong.
The same was at the south looking sky.
Dawn of ‘The Day After’ is once again celebrating the autumn season in the northern hemisphere and would love you to share what autumn is like in your part of the world.
Festival of leaves… I took these today September 26th
Leaves are scattered on the ground in shades of yellow and brown, making a soft, colorful carpet that crunches when you step on it. The tree still hangs on to a bit of green in its leaves, a little nod to the summer that just zoomed by. The wind tosses them around, sending some whispers through the air, while the sun shines warmly on the scene, giving those fallen leaves a golden glow that sways gently in the light.
I took my son to the dentist yesterday, bracing myself for what was about to unfold. I was originally supposed to drop him off and pick him up after the surgery to remove his wisdom tooth, but instead, I was ordered back to sit with him during the premedication process, as they insisted he should not be alone. Despite him being 30 years old, the staff felt it was essential for him to have some support during this time. So much for y morning coffee in a nice cafe. I had tried to avoid this scenario, especially considering the multitude of viruses going around at the moment. Nonetheless, I did as instructed, drove back center and walked to the waiting area, and settled in to be with him. Since I was required to be there with seemingly nothing useful to occupy my time, I decided to make the most of the situation by taking a few shots from the health center with my phone. The light of the waiting area and the glass ceiling and the sterile efficiency of the dental area inspired me, providing a contrast that made for interesting photographs. I even took the opportunity to edit them right there on my phone, to enhance the images as I waited for the surgery to commence.
For Dans Thursday Doors
Ropes that bind and secure ; they provide strength, reliability, and versatility, those we need in our everyday life.
for Monochrome Madness and Tuesday Textures
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September rain, it came down heavily and slowly and heavily again, drenching the earth in a soothing rhythm that seemed to echo the heartbeat of the world. The wind, both gentle and powerful, swirled through the yard, frolicking amid the vibrant green leaves and twirling branches of the trees that swayed almost rhythmically, while droplets moving fast in the dim light, creating a serene but moody atmosphere. That is the feeling of the day at my house.
Amidst the gentle rustle of tree branches, each drop a note that dances through the leaves. The air is fragrant with the earthy scent of damp soil and fallen petals, as nature sighs. Sunlight filters softly through the splattered droplets, creating a mosaic of light and shadow, while the world stands still, cradled in the embrace of autumn’s first whispers. Grateful, the trees sway gently, their limbs catching the rhythm of the rain, celebrating the transition to a season rich with change and renewal.
For Monday Window: 22 September 2025
Keeping it simple this week, this is a building from Hämeenkatu, Lahti, Finland
Tina takes us to a theme inspired by “The City Mouse and the Country Mouse,” also known as “The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse,” is a heartfelt Aesop fable that tells the story of a country mouse and a city mouse who venture into each other’s worlds.
I have lived in three continents – I have moved many times and the really important thing is that you are where you are with the ones you love. Home is where your heart is.
This tale gently reminds us of the stark contrast between the glamorous yet sometimes perilous hustle of city life and the comforting, simple joys of the countryside. Ultimately, it reflects a profound truth: that true happiness lies in finding joy in the place where we truly belong, even if it means letting go of some of the city’s flash and excitement.
I do not know which you prefer a more quiet life or the hustle and bustle of city life, but as I am getting older I am leaning more and more towards the countryside. I have never lived in the city, only the suburbs with 15 minutes commute to Helsinki and that not is considered a big city. But I used to spend lots of time in café’s and bookstores. Walk in the park and marketplace. As I wrote this it came to me I lived in San Diego, and Las Vegas, those are rather big cities even back then. Memory what it does to you…. Nowadays I am happy to retreat to my summerhouse in the summer to listen to birds and watch the leaves above my hammock move against the blue sky. In the winter it’s suburbia 😀 with nature at my doorway. I am a happy country mouse 😀
I am just happy to visit the cities for a day or two and to return the more relaxed small towns.
That it for me this week. I’m sure others have much more intriguing takes, and I eagerly anticipate reading their thoughts. Please make sure to connect your responses to Tinas’s lovely original here, and tag the Lens-Artists Tag so we can find you. We extend our gratitude to everyone who took part in Edígios’s Longing challenge last week, which led to so many emotions.
We are excited to announce that next week Lens-Artists will be guest-hosted by Joanne of Joanne Mason Photography, we hope you’ll join us again next Saturday, so be sure to check her post at noon EST. In the meantime, as always, keep on smiling.
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There is a certain melancholy in the air when the midnight ladies bloom. They begin to be the last blooming flowers of summer.
Ligularia dentata a perennial plant in the Asteraceae family and the genus Ligularia . It is native to China and Japan. Ligularia is a vigorous grower with kidney-shaped leaves that are very toothed. The leaf petioles can be over 30 centimeters long. Midnight Lady is also an excellent plant for butterflies and pollinators.
For Debbie’s Six Words Saturday.
Sunflowers are a vibrant symbol of positivity and warmth, their golden petals radiating joy and bringing light to everyone to see. They turn their heads to follow the sun, reminding us to seek the brighter side of life. As Vincent van Gogh once said, “Keep your face always toward the sunshine—and shadows will fall behind you.”
Singapore had lots of people walking this way, and that way and wondering which way … occasionally they’d stumble upon a door to pop into.
For Dans Thursday Doors and Deb’s challenge this week called for “Which Way with People”
Our host this week is Dawn from The Day After, and her theme this week is SYMMETRY
Instead of finding symmetry in many places I am taking you back to our trip to Australia. These I took from the war memorial in Canberra. Architecture does often provide us with symmetry and I think it is captured here without no doubt.
The architecture of the Australian War Memorial in Canberra is both striking and symbolic, designed to reflect the solemnity and significance of its purpose. The memorial features a grand sandstone façade and an iconic dome, which is inspired by the design of traditional war memorials around the world.
ANZAC Parade is a street in Canberra, Australia. Along the street, there are memorials dedicated to the soldiers from Australia and New Zealand who fell in battles. Eucalyptus trees grow along the edges of the street. The red central median of the area is made of crushed brick.
I took these photos this summer. As I mentioned in my previous post, I enjoy taking pictures of flowers, but I have been posting them sparingly . Recently, as I have been seeing these vibrant yellow and orange posts filling my feed, I couldn’t help but look back to my visit at the Rhododendron park in Helsinki, where these beautiful colors captured my attention. The vivid colors of the flowers the joy of a summer day spent wandering through the park, admiring nature’s artistry. Now seems like the perfect opportunity to share these images with all of you. I have lots of shots of the pink flowers – added two as the backdrop in yellow. Here are my Vibrant Yellow and Orange Hues.
Many thanks to Terri for her Sunday Stills challenge Yellow and Burnt Orange
Get a better look by clicking the images to explore the intricate details and vibrant colors that may not be visible at first glance. Each click will provide you with a closer inspection, unveiling the beauty of the flowers
and one portrait with a perfect background for this challenge.
Thank you so much to Egídio for bringing this feeling as a challenge, which has prompted me to reflect more deeply on the concept of longing and its various nuances. I invite you to visit Egídio’s site and be marveled by his wonderful post, as it beautifully encapsulates the essence of this emotion. Longing is such a personal and abstract thing, often intertwined with memories and experiences, and the object, thing—feeling changes as you age, evolving with each chapter of our lives. I think this is going to be a personal post, and as I delve into my own thoughts and memories, I find myself at a loss regarding how to pick the images for this one that will truly convey the depth of these feelings.
Let’s start with this: every winter I long for spring. Every spring I long for a warm summer. Every summer I long for it to continue for long. Every fall I long for beautiful colors and for the winter to bring us some snow that stays so the days are brighter. Always something…
When I was twenty years younger, in late autumn, I would say to my husband, “Where should we move?” I had this urge to go to places warmer and brighter than Finnish winters. It was not a certain place; it was a feeling of longing for something different, not anything specific—a restlessness that I had in me. Usually, the response to it was, “Send me a postcard when you get there.” I did not go, that is obvious. Longing at that moment in time.
A time before that when my boys were young… I will start with a short backstory. I was daddy’s girl; he was the one I spoke to when I had something in my heart that needed to be discussed or I needed support in any matter, really. He had this unique ability to understand me, offering advice that came from a place of love and wisdom. Sadly, he passed when I was nineteen, leaving a void that I still feel to this day. I got along with my mum fine, but we weren’t that close emotionally. We spoke about what was happening in my life, but those deeper conversations were missing, leaving me yearning for a connection that was meant to be there. Now for the longing part. My mother passed away six years after my dad, a little over a month after my wedding, and that was a time filled with both joy and sorrow. She never got to see my children, and I never got to talk to her as a mom, sharing the joys and challenges of motherhood. I often thought, would that have gotten us closer together, the shared experience of being mothers? Would we have bonded differently through the sleepless nights and the laughter of little ones? When the boys were young, I longed for my parents to have known them and vice versa, imagining family gatherings, the stories they would tell, and the love that would have surrounded all of us. That is a big longing that shadows my memories, a beautiful yet painful dream of what could have been.
I have had a lot of pain-related issues in my life since I was a teenager, and I have learned to live with them; you deal with what you’ve got. Now the pains and aches are slightly different, more frequent, and I long for a good night’s sleep; they are not a given, so after a good night’s sleep, I am so happy. So, that is one of the things I long for. After hours of trying to fall asleep, I often say a prayer: Please let me sleep. I usually do not get a reply or help. I so long for a good night of sleep.
Sometimes I just longing for a nice glass of wine in front of the fireplace or a nice dinner at a restaurant, small mundane longings like someone preparing your meal…
Lastly, I want to thank you all for the warm response I got for my last week’s challenge. During this wonderful journey, I saw beautiful places that took my breath away and shared heartfelt stories about where to appreciate a moment of quiet. It was a delightful experience to connect with all of you and witness how we each find peace and reflection in our surroundings, whether it’s in nature, a cozy nook at home, or even a bustling café. Thank you for inspiring me to look deeper and cherish the little things that often go unnoticed.
Next week is Tina’s turn to host, Saturday 20th September. We can all look forward to her always inspiring post, which never fails to ignite our creativity. Tina has a unique way of sharing her thoughts that resonates with everyone, encouraging us to reflect on our own experiences. Until then, keep smiling and remember that each day is an opportunity to spread positivity and uplift one another .
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Ritva Sillanmäki Photography 