rupert the red nosed reindeer… in finnish lapland

very sparse population and – as you see – very low level of traffic. o’boys, how i love these velvet-coated antlers in the middle of nowhere!! a reindeer herd is a sort of a super kick-ass matriarchy. a cow decides. it is the leader cow who knows, or decides, where to go: if the ice will hold and when it is time to migrate from the fell country to the lowlands. it’s the leader cow who knows when it is time to return to the calving grounds in the spring. deep within my innermost being i am totally dependent on that clacking sound, the sound of reindeer hooves. it’s almost metaphysical. especially the white reideer – it is for the bliss 😉

greetings from lapland, sirpa

nightless night in lapland, jerisjärvi: my soulscape, and the stairway to heaven on earth.  this funny  jetty is eagerly waiting for the kayak from the shed…and me, to finally head for the water tomorrow. (photo is taken at 22.40 o’clock)