Sorted out some photos last night, from my last trip back home. It always strikes me how I look at things differently, since I got the camera. Took very few pictures before 2009, and consequently had no photos of my hometown. Now I’ve been back three times, and each time I’ve shot hundreds of photos … pictures of buildings that I’ve seen a thousand times or more. From a photo perspective it was as if I was seeing them for the first time … in a whole different light! I’m very happy to have them.
My brother on the other hand, took oodles of photos in the 60’s and then he stopped. This picture, for example, would mean absolutely nothing to a person who’s not from there. Myself, I can sit and gaze at the details of it … this intersection doesn’t look anything like this today [see here!]. There’s a gas station in that corner where the fence is. He was standing with his back towards the hospital when he shot it. He and I often talk about old times in Härnösand … streets and buildings, so he sent me this to explain something we were discussing. It was a wonderful thing he bought that scanner.
Now I got a bit side tracked … back to the mental hard drive. There are so many events where I now wish I’d had a camera … that all this photo stuff had started much earlier in life! Especially since I haven’t travelled very much — the few times I did travel, I would have loved to have some pictures, now that I see how nice it is to look back at them!
In, probably, 2002, a good friend of mine had won a cruise for two, from Stockholm to Helsinki. She asked me if I wanted to come with, and I did. I’d never been to Helsinki before! Took a bus down to Stockholm, stayed with her a couple of days before and after the trip. We didn’t have much of a plan for how we wanted to spend our one day in Helsinki, except one thing: We both wanted to see the Temple Church [Temppeliaukion kirkko].
My memories of that trip are still quite vivid, I remember the language barrier when we tried to find out which tram to take to get there … but we did. This church is inside a rock. That’s what’s so special about it. When we arrived, there were several tourist busses outside, Japanese tourists with cameras, but they were just about to leave. Annette and I were alone in there! How I would have loved to have photos of my own from it, but I still remember the feeling, the light, the acoustics! At least I’ve been there, and there are Wikipedia images to look at!
From the outside, it doesn’t look like much, but once you get inside, you get that «Wow!!!» experience…
Afterwards, we walked back downtown. As soon as we got out of the church the skies opened up and by the time we’d walked down Mannerheimintie to Stockmanns department store, we were soaking wet! When we’d dried up somewhat, we roamed around Helsinki for a bit, before it was time to go back to the boat.