A landscape of thousands of lakes, scattered islands, endless pine forests, and desolate wetlands. There are no real mountains in Finland, and only a few hills. But what it lacks in obvious grandeur, nature makes up for with intimate beauty hidden in the moment. Misty mornings, sparkling reflections on the water, and Nordic light.
There are several small lakes at the top of Särkitunturi. The first one is the most interesting, located where the forest ends on the slopes of the mountain. Its surface emphasizes the vastness of the landscape in contrast to the distant lakes and the Pallas-Yllästunturi hills on the horizon. The evening light softens the shadows and shifts the forest landscape towards warm shades of color.
Hřeben Pallas-Yllästunturi
There are several small lakes at the top of Särkitunturi. The first one is the most interesting, located where the forest ends on the slopes of the mountain. Its surface emphasizes the vastness of the landscape in contrast to the distant lakes and the Pallas-Yllästunturi hills on the horizon. The evening light softens the shadows and shifts the forest landscape towards warm shades of color.
The sacred mountain of the Sami people, the majestic Saana towering above Lake Tsahkaljärvi. There are not many mountains in Finland, and for the few that there are, we have to travel far north beyond the Arctic Circle. In most cases, this means going to where the borders of Finland, Norway, and Sweden meet. Although Saana is not the highest of Finland's mountains, there is no doubt that it is one of the most magical.
Saana and lake Tsahkaljärvi
The sacred mountain of the Sami people, the majestic Saana towering above Lake Tsahkaljärvi. There are not many mountains in Finland, and for the few that there are, we have to travel far north beyond the Arctic Circle. In most cases, this means going to where the borders of Finland, Norway, and Sweden meet. Although Saana is not the highest of Finland's mountains, there is no doubt that it is one of the most magical.
In northern Finland, the typical type of hill is the "tunturi." It is usually a very rounded mountain, with a gentle slope at the foot and below the summit, and a steeper slope in the middle. Almost always, the foot rises from the forest and the summit is bare and rocky. A large number of such hills are found in the Pallas-Yllästunturi area. As rare fragments of the Finnish landscape, they adorn the horizon, giving it a shape other than flat.
Tunturi
In northern Finland, the typical type of hill is the "tunturi." It is usually a very rounded mountain, with a gentle slope at the foot and below the summit, and a steeper slope in the middle. Almost always, the foot rises from the forest and the summit is bare and rocky. A large number of such hills are found in the Pallas-Yllästunturi area. As rare fragments of the Finnish landscape, they adorn the horizon, giving it a shape other than flat.
The island on Lake Pieni Koirajärvi in the heart of Salamajärvi National Park easily becomes one of my favorite minimalist motifs in all of Finland. After sunrise, the sun shines through the fog and slowly dissolves it, but it still looks fantastic with a long lens. Golden rays are already falling on the forest behind the island, but the fog lingers between them just enough to visually separate them and shroud them in mystery.
Island on the lake
The island on Lake Pieni Koirajärvi in the heart of Salamajärvi National Park easily becomes one of my favorite minimalist motifs in all of Finland. After sunrise, the sun shines through the fog and slowly dissolves it, but it still looks fantastic with a long lens. Golden rays are already falling on the forest behind the island, but the fog lingers between them just enough to visually separate them and shroud them in mystery.
Shreds of fog roll over the lake, and somewhere high in the sky, the first pink clouds appear. An island covered with a few pine trees floats like a ship above the surface. Yet its reflection can still be seen on the water. The whole scene is immersed in the sleepy blue of the approaching morning, lost in its melancholy. Such moments are often more precious than the exceptionally colorful sunrise that comes soon after.
Pieni Koirajärvi
Shreds of fog roll over the lake, and somewhere high in the sky, the first pink clouds appear. An island covered with a few pine trees floats like a ship above the surface. Yet its reflection can still be seen on the water. The whole scene is immersed in the sleepy blue of the approaching morning, lost in its melancholy. Such moments are often more precious than the exceptionally colorful sunrise that comes soon after.
A decaying wooden boat pulled ashore on Lake Tsahkaljärvi, with the sacred mount Saana behind it, whose shape also resembles a boat turned upside down. The sun dissipates the fog over the lake in a matter of moments, but fortunately the fog remains exactly where it should be—on the opposite side of the lake below Saana. At that moment, the mountain looks like a ship majestically emerging from a sea of clouds.
Saana and a boat
A decaying wooden boat pulled ashore on Lake Tsahkaljärvi, with the sacred mount Saana behind it, whose shape also resembles a boat turned upside down. The sun dissipates the fog over the lake in a matter of moments, but fortunately the fog remains exactly where it should be—on the opposite side of the lake below Saana. At that moment, the mountain looks like a ship majestically emerging from a sea of clouds.
A misty morning in the Patvinsuo marshes. The sun disappears in the mist and every blade of grass glistens with dewdrops. The air is cold, heavy with the scent of peat and pine trees. The landscape holds its breath, as if waiting for the fog to lift and the world to regain its contours. The silence, which does not belong to humans, is disturbed only by the distant calls of birds.
Silence, which does not belong to humans
A misty morning in the Patvinsuo marshes. The sun disappears in the mist and every blade of grass glistens with dewdrops. The air is cold, heavy with the scent of peat and pine trees. The landscape holds its breath, as if waiting for the fog to lift and the world to regain its contours. The silence, which does not belong to humans, is disturbed only by the distant calls of birds.
The fog rises lazily between the trees, the light refracting through the branches. The landscape breathes slowly, still asleep and unawakened. The vast Patvinsuo marsh reluctantly welcomes the sun, as if it wanted to remain in the darkness and mystery of the night. Lonely and sparse pine trees standing like guardians of the wetland are the first to face the shallow light.
Sunrise in Patvinsuo
The fog rises lazily between the trees, the light refracting through the branches. The landscape breathes slowly, still asleep and unawakened. The vast Patvinsuo marsh reluctantly welcomes the sun, as if it wanted to remain in the darkness and mystery of the night. Lonely and sparse pine trees standing like guardians of the wetland are the first to face the shallow light.
The Kauhaneva bog awakens to a new day. The pine trees glow golden in the first light, but the peat ponds remain dark, as if a fragment of night still lingered in them. Clouds float quickly across the sky, out of reach of the reflections in the dark waters. Flocks of cranes fly over the landscape with their characteristic call, which carries across the entire wetland.
Kauhaneva–Pohjankangas
The Kauhaneva bog awakens to a new day. The pine trees glow golden in the first light, but the peat ponds remain dark, as if a fragment of night still lingered in them. Clouds float quickly across the sky, out of reach of the reflections in the dark waters. Flocks of cranes fly over the landscape with their characteristic call, which carries across the entire wetland.
In every corner of Finland, you can find a magical forest. A forest full of twisted or dead trees, a forest full of rocks and blueberries. The common denominator will almost always be pine or birch trees. It is the trunks of birch trees, with their structure and color, that most often catch the eye. The unexpected and rare simplicity of the scene, formed by a uniform carpet of horsetails, is what emphasizes the beauty of the birch trees here.
Horsetail forest
In every corner of Finland, you can find a magical forest. A forest full of twisted or dead trees, a forest full of rocks and blueberries. The common denominator will almost always be pine or birch trees. It is the trunks of birch trees, with their structure and color, that most often catch the eye. The unexpected and rare simplicity of the scene, formed by a uniform carpet of horsetails, is what emphasizes the beauty of the birch trees here.
The endless plains of Patvinsuo are shrouded in fog, timidly illuminated by the first rays of sunlight. Here and there, a lone tree emerges from the mist, or a whole grove, or the surface of a lake glistens timidly. Everything is covered in dew and literally soaked with moisture, isolated into a few shades and soft contours. Minimalism in its purest form.
Dawn in the fog
The endless plains of Patvinsuo are shrouded in fog, timidly illuminated by the first rays of sunlight. Here and there, a lone tree emerges from the mist, or a whole grove, or the surface of a lake glistens timidly. Everything is covered in dew and literally soaked with moisture, isolated into a few shades and soft contours. Minimalism in its purest form.
On the banks of Porkkala, water collects here and there in shallow rocky gullies and pools. These natural pools are a real treat for photographers, as their calm surfaces act like mirrors, in contrast to the restless sea. Just find one with an open view into the distance and wait for the landscape to calm down after sunset and immerse itself in muted shades of purple.
Sunset over Porkkala
On the banks of Porkkala, water collects here and there in shallow rocky gullies and pools. These natural pools are a real treat for photographers, as their calm surfaces act like mirrors, in contrast to the restless sea. Just find one with an open view into the distance and wait for the landscape to calm down after sunset and immerse itself in muted shades of purple.
On the vast Lake Pielinen in Koli National Park, one of the biggest attractions is undoubtedly the amount of scattered islands. Some are small, others quite large, but most are elongated into slender strips. I am most intrigued by a long island near the shore of the lake, which looks like the back of a whale covered with pine trees.
Back of a whale
On the vast Lake Pielinen in Koli National Park, one of the biggest attractions is undoubtedly the amount of scattered islands. Some are small, others quite large, but most are elongated into slender strips. I am most intrigued by a long island near the shore of the lake, which looks like the back of a whale covered with pine trees.
In the afternoon, I explore the shores of the peninsula, looking for compositions for the evening. The green algae on the rocks are interesting even in the early afternoon. I am captivated by this composition with rocks pointing towards the center of the frame and bright green algae still illuminated by the sun. Later in the evening, the sun's rays no longer reach here, hidden by another rocky shore. I adjust the composition and then just wait for a nice wave.
Green shores on Porkkala
In the afternoon, I explore the shores of the peninsula, looking for compositions for the evening. The green algae on the rocks are interesting even in the early afternoon. I am captivated by this composition with rocks pointing towards the center of the frame and bright green algae still illuminated by the sun. Later in the evening, the sun's rays no longer reach here, hidden by another rocky shore. I adjust the composition and then just wait for a nice wave.
It has cooled down noticeably and there is no wind, so the swamp has created a blanket of ominous fog. The red full moon rises quickly between the skeletal trees, much faster than I would like. It quickly loses its color, but it is still a spectacular sight. If I had to describe a typical Finnish cliché, it would probably be something like this. A full moon, dead trees, and fog creeping over the flat landscape.
Full moon over the swamp
It has cooled down noticeably and there is no wind, so the swamp has created a blanket of ominous fog. The red full moon rises quickly between the skeletal trees, much faster than I would like. It quickly loses its color, but it is still a spectacular sight. If I had to describe a typical Finnish cliché, it would probably be something like this. A full moon, dead trees, and fog creeping over the flat landscape.
The sun is still below the horizon, but the sky is already glowing with all colors. On top of that, a strip of fog hangs over the lake. With every moment and every step further along the lake, new sights appear. One of the most striking is a twisted stump, rising like a skeletal memento from the water surface dotted with water lilies.
Reflection on the surface
The sun is still below the horizon, but the sky is already glowing with all colors. On top of that, a strip of fog hangs over the lake. With every moment and every step further along the lake, new sights appear. One of the most striking is a twisted stump, rising like a skeletal memento from the water surface dotted with water lilies.
A moody atmosphere descends on Lake Pieni Koirajärvi as the sun rises above the horizon, when the fog miraculously thickens again and envelops almost the entire island on the lake. Only soft contours in warm tones remain, along with a few blooming water lilies on the nearby surface.
Mists in Salamajärvi
A moody atmosphere descends on Lake Pieni Koirajärvi as the sun rises above the horizon, when the fog miraculously thickens again and envelops almost the entire island on the lake. Only soft contours in warm tones remain, along with a few blooming water lilies on the nearby surface.
Heavy clouds roll in at night, but far to the east, a strip of cloudless sky remains. It is through this gap that the bright red sun shines, waking me up a few moments ago. I ignore the cold wind and raindrops falling from the dark leaden clouds above me and run outside. A sparkling red sunrise doesn't happen every day, and certainly not in such a good spot as the top of Särkitunturi.
Wild sunrise at Särkitunturi
Heavy clouds roll in at night, but far to the east, a strip of cloudless sky remains. It is through this gap that the bright red sun shines, waking me up a few moments ago. I ignore the cold wind and raindrops falling from the dark leaden clouds above me and run outside. A sparkling red sunrise doesn't happen every day, and certainly not in such a good spot as the top of Särkitunturi.
The Pieni Koirajärvi lake is surrounded by a trail made up of wooden walkways. As the morning progresses and the fog slowly disappears, I focus on the immediate surroundings of the lake and the sunlit edge of the adjacent forest. In this case, the walkway is not a hindrance; on the contrary, it offers a new compositional element for the photograph.
Salamajärvi
The Pieni Koirajärvi lake is surrounded by a trail made up of wooden walkways. As the morning progresses and the fog slowly disappears, I focus on the immediate surroundings of the lake and the sunlit edge of the adjacent forest. In this case, the walkway is not a hindrance; on the contrary, it offers a new compositional element for the photograph.
The blue surfaces of the lakes stand out among the wooded hills. The landscape here in the north is literally endless. The horizons stretch far into the distance and there are few traces of civilization. Summer evenings in the landscape near Pallas-Yllästunturi in Lapland are pleasant and peaceful, like the rest of the country.
Blue eyes
The blue surfaces of the lakes stand out among the wooded hills. The landscape here in the north is literally endless. The horizons stretch far into the distance and there are few traces of civilization. Summer evenings in the landscape near Pallas-Yllästunturi in Lapland are pleasant and peaceful, like the rest of the country.
In Koli National Park, I am most fascinated by the details of the individual islands on Lake Pielinen. Before sunrise, they are bathed in pastel tones, while after sunrise they literally drown in sunlight. From a sufficient distance and from above, they appear to almost touch each other, creating an eye-catching visual cascade.
Islands on lake Pielinen
In Koli National Park, I am most fascinated by the details of the individual islands on Lake Pielinen. Before sunrise, they are bathed in pastel tones, while after sunrise they literally drown in sunlight. From a sufficient distance and from above, they appear to almost touch each other, creating an eye-catching visual cascade.
The clouds in the sky are slowly changing color, but the main action this time is taking place below them in the landscape. The rays shine just above the sea horizon and lean against the pine trees on the shore. The grass swaying in the wind turns golden. Gradually, the sun sinks so low that the pine trees literally blush in its glow, while the nearby coast remains in cool shade.
Sunset at Porkkala
The clouds in the sky are slowly changing color, but the main action this time is taking place below them in the landscape. The rays shine just above the sea horizon and lean against the pine trees on the shore. The grass swaying in the wind turns golden. Gradually, the sun sinks so low that the pine trees literally blush in its glow, while the nearby coast remains in cool shade.
Riisitunturi, an unremarkable hill covered with forest practically to its summit. Even so, at 465 meters above sea level, it towers over everything else in the vicinity. Its slopes and wider surroundings are covered with sparse forest consisting mainly of slender, wind-swept spruce trees. The view of the vast Lake Kitkajärvi has been tempting me since evening, but there is no light at that time. Only in the morning, for a few brief moments, does the sun illuminate the landscape with its warm glow.
Riisitunturi
Riisitunturi, an unremarkable hill covered with forest practically to its summit. Even so, at 465 meters above sea level, it towers over everything else in the vicinity. Its slopes and wider surroundings are covered with sparse forest consisting mainly of slender, wind-swept spruce trees. The view of the vast Lake Kitkajärvi has been tempting me since evening, but there is no light at that time. Only in the morning, for a few brief moments, does the sun illuminate the landscape with its warm glow.
Lake Kitkajärvi from the summit of Riisitunturi, just below the Arctic Circle. The morning view reveals endless folds of lakes, layers of forests, and misty horizons. Among them, a lonely island catches the eye the most.
Kitkajärvi
Lake Kitkajärvi from the summit of Riisitunturi, just below the Arctic Circle. The morning view reveals endless folds of lakes, layers of forests, and misty horizons. Among them, a lonely island catches the eye the most.
I wait for the first rays of sun at the top of Riisitunturi mountain. There is a slightly cold wind, but otherwise this wait is magical. As soon as the sun rises above the horizon, the fog between the trees begins to change color. At first, it timidly takes on pink and orange tones, only to literally explode with golden rays, highlighting the rays penetrating the treetops.
Candles of the Nordic Forest
I wait for the first rays of sun at the top of Riisitunturi mountain. There is a slightly cold wind, but otherwise this wait is magical. As soon as the sun rises above the horizon, the fog between the trees begins to change color. At first, it timidly takes on pink and orange tones, only to literally explode with golden rays, highlighting the rays penetrating the treetops.
The horizon is dominated by evening reds, which are reflected in the calm pools on the coastal rocks. Long after sunset, the western horizon remains colorful, yellow, orange, purple. One of the most colorful sunsets during the trip through Finland comes at the very end, symbolically at the southern tip of Porkkalanniemi.
Rocky Porkkalanniemi
The horizon is dominated by evening reds, which are reflected in the calm pools on the coastal rocks. Long after sunset, the western horizon remains colorful, yellow, orange, purple. One of the most colorful sunsets during the trip through Finland comes at the very end, symbolically at the southern tip of Porkkalanniemi.
Fog between the trees. Absolute peace and quiet. The chill of a damp morning. The landscape gradually disappearing into the mist always seems more mysterious. As if it wanted to hide its secrets and yet revealed others. And it doesn't matter what motif emerges from the fog, because even an ordinary forest takes on a new dynamic.
Fog in pine woods
Fog between the trees. Absolute peace and quiet. The chill of a damp morning. The landscape gradually disappearing into the mist always seems more mysterious. As if it wanted to hide its secrets and yet revealed others. And it doesn't matter what motif emerges from the fog, because even an ordinary forest takes on a new dynamic.
My first encounter with the flat plains of the Patvinsuo wetland is a perfect one. An afternoon storm conjures up a rainbow on the horizon, while the golden sun finds its way through the clouds to the grass and sparse pine trees in places.
Rainbow over Patvinsuo
My first encounter with the flat plains of the Patvinsuo wetland is a perfect one. An afternoon storm conjures up a rainbow on the horizon, while the golden sun finds its way through the clouds to the grass and sparse pine trees in places.
The Finnish national identity was formed in the hills above Finland's second largest lake, Pielinen. At that time, the area that is now Finland was still part of the Russian Empire, and the landscape full of forests, lakes, and islands was chosen as characteristically Finnish. As soon as the trees give way to rocky hills with open views, the landscape literally breathes, and the sheer size of the lake leaves you standind in awe.
Koli
The Finnish national identity was formed in the hills above Finland's second largest lake, Pielinen. At that time, the area that is now Finland was still part of the Russian Empire, and the landscape full of forests, lakes, and islands was chosen as characteristically Finnish. As soon as the trees give way to rocky hills with open views, the landscape literally breathes, and the sheer size of the lake leaves you standind in awe.
The rocky slopes of Kultakero and Noitatunturi meet at the bottom of the Isokuru gorge, creating a wild backdrop of water and lush vegetation. The surrounding mountains are among the oldest in the world. Once resembling the Alps or the Himalayas, today they are only remnants of the hardest rock from the cores of the original mountain ranges.
Isokuru
The rocky slopes of Kultakero and Noitatunturi meet at the bottom of the Isokuru gorge, creating a wild backdrop of water and lush vegetation. The surrounding mountains are among the oldest in the world. Once resembling the Alps or the Himalayas, today they are only remnants of the hardest rock from the cores of the original mountain ranges.