We had a nice, long walk with Ukko, the dog, this morning. We were just wandering in the woods. No mosquitos, no snakes... Just the two of us.
21. toukokuuta 2012
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Hyvää äitienpäivää, and Have a Happy Mother's Day!
27. huhtikuuta 2012
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19. huhtikuuta 2012
Baby bunnies
Such a beautiful day, it surely was...
On our way back home Ukko noticed ”something” in the ground.
I had a closer look at ”that something”, as well. And, guess what?! It was a
baby brown hare, and it was bleeding in her eye! And, suddenly, I heard this terrific
noise, like someone was screaming! And I saw another baby brown hare, and a
maggie trying to eat her alive! I started running and that maggie got on her
wings, and flew away (the nearest tree).

At that point my sis called me back, and told me that I
should take the baby bunnies back where we found them at a first place, or take
them to a vet to have them put into sleep. Since I had not touched them with my
bare hands, and they seemed to be quite in a good condition (except for their
eyes that weren’t bleeding any more) I decided to take them back.
I hid them under a tree – where I found a third baby brown
hare - invulnerable! I left them all there, and I truly hope that their mom
finds them, and takes a very good care of them all.
...what a day...
15. huhtikuuta 2012
My Sunday Tradition_Sunnuntaimuffinssit
This Sunday I had banana
and blueberry muffins – on a typical Sunday it’s just bananas. But
since my mom gave me blueberries (hand-picked by her) on my Easter holiday, I
decided to include blueberries in my muffins, too. Yummy! (I guess I need more practise on photographing my muffins.
They seem having no colour in them; kind of boring...)
I just started thinking about the difference between muffins
and cupcakes – is there any?
Well, I leave it up to you: are my muffins cupcakes or cupcakes muffins? And, btw, Ukko, the dog, also likes to feast on them...
Pyöräytin tänäkin sunnuntaina perinteiset sunnuntaimuffarini. En oikeastaan edes muista, milloin innostuin muffareista... Joka tapauksessa banskumuffareista on pikkuhiljaa tullut sunnuntaiaamun traditioni. Tänään lisäsin taikinaan desilitran verran mustikoita, jotka sain pääsiäisenä äidiltäni.
Hieman harmittelin taitamattomuuttani kuvata muffinssini yhtä houkuttelevan näköisiksi kuin mitä ruoka- yms. lehdet leipomuksiaan esittelevät. Täytyy tosin todeta, ettei leivonnaisten valokuvaaminen ole täysin ongelmatonta, sekään. Siinähän ne kököttävät lautasella; herkullisina ja hyvältä tuoksuvina... - Voi, kunpa nykyteknologia mahdollistaisikin sen, että näitä valokuvia hieromalla lukijoilleni välittyisi se ihana tuoksu, joka vieläkin on aistittavissa haciendassani...
Jäin vielä ensimmäisen suupalan aikana miettimään perinteisten muffinssien ja ”vuokaleivosten” eli ”kupkeikkien” eroa: onko se koko vai maku, mikä ne erottaa toisistaan? Vai onko muffinssien ja ”kupkeikkien” ero käytännössä, ja kielellisesti, muffinssiin piirretty viiva?
13. huhtikuuta 2012
Life Is Killing Me
Thank you, Mika and Tomi, for sharing this, and the rest, with me.
It may seem a bit dark to you at first but I find it rather catchy, and it has a very unique melody, as well.
Type O Negative: Life Is Killing Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHyjF0Pbgcg
It may seem a bit dark to you at first but I find it rather catchy, and it has a very unique melody, as well.
Type O Negative: Life Is Killing Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHyjF0Pbgcg
2. huhtikuuta 2012
I give you, erm, perspective...
This photo represents exactly what we, me and Ukko, that is, saw this morning on our quality time.
Nothing!
I don't know if it is only me but I think that the horizon is missing, eh?
With a horizon I mean that horizontal line that appears to separate the Earth from the sky...
- That damn snowfall ruins everything!
Nothing!
I don't know if it is only me but I think that the horizon is missing, eh?
With a horizon I mean that horizontal line that appears to separate the Earth from the sky...
- That damn snowfall ruins everything!
31. maaliskuuta 2012
Dian Fossey

I was just a kid when I saw a movie called Gorillas in the Mist: The Story of Dian Fossey (starring Sigourney Weaver). I loved it! It was both touching and heartbreaking - it made me cry. That movie made so big of an impression on me that I ended up buying the book, Gorillas in the Mist (in Finnish: Sumuisten vuorten gorillat). After reading that book all I wanted was to become a zoologist, and live with gorillas, just like Dian.
The deaths of some of her most studied gorillas caused Fossey to devote more of her attention to preventing poaching and less on scientific publishing and research. She became more intense in protecting the gorillas and began to employ more direct tactics: she and her staff cut animal traps almost as soon as they were set; frightened, captured and humiliated the poachers; held their cattle for ransom; burned their hunting camps and even mats from their houses. She also constantly challenged the local officials to enforce the law and assist her.
Fossey
was discovered murdered in the bedroom of her cabin in Virunga Mountains on
December 27, 1985 at the age of 53. The case remains open. The last entry in
her diary read:
"When you realize the value of all life, you dwell less on what is past and concentrate more on the preservation of the future".
When and where I bought the book written on the inner cover |
Fossey's
skull had been split by a machete, a tool widely used by poachers, which she
had confiscated from a poacher years earlier, and hung as a decoration on the
wall of her living room adjacent to her bedroom. She was found dead beside
her bed, with her handgun beside her, and her own hair pulled out and in her
hand. She was in the act of loading her weapon, but picked the wrong type of
ammunition during the struggle. The cabin showed signs of a struggle as there
was broken glass on the floor and tables along with other furniture overturned.
All her valuables were still in the cabin - thousands of dollars in cash,
travelers' checks, and photo equipment remained untouched. She was 2 metres
away from a hole cut in the wall of the cabin on the day of her murder.
Fossey
is interred at Karisoke in a site that she herself had constructed for her dead
gorilla friends. She was buried in the gorilla graveyard next to Digit, and
near many gorillas killed by poachers. (source: Wikipedia, 31.3.2012)
You can find more info on Dian Fossey and the mountain
gorillas on www.gorillafund.org.
I’m personally a member of the Dian Fossey Gorilla Fund International.
Sometimes I do wish I could do more for the gorillas...
20. maaliskuuta 2012
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