The lake keeps its own schedule. Mornings start with fog that lifts around nine, and by noon the water turns the colour of pewter. I walked from Puumala towards Sulkava, sleeping in two guesthouses and one very cold cabin.
Thirty-six frames force a decision. Most of the photographs on this site were taken on a borrowed rangefinder with Portra 400, scanned at home, and left mostly unedited.
A small archive of harbours, ferries and quiet streets is being scanned. New rolls are added every few weeks.
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