I somehow find myself visiting Finland for work during the frigid month of February with regularity. It seems there is some truth to the idea that once certain events happen at a certain time of the year, a pattern is established.
I got to stay with friends at a cozy, renovated ancestral house which has been standing strong and proud for over a hundred years and four generations.
Porvoo, a small town outside Helsinki, is a Scandinavian winter beauty. farm lands are blanketed with snow. The rivers, lakes and the sea are frozen. The dark and cold evening bluish light did not prevent me from venturing into the frozen sea to witness the silence, stillness and beautiful solitude.
The highlight of my trip? An alone time in a sweltering sauna and getting to roll my body (fully naked in typical Finnish fashion) outside onto the snow before running back into the sauna again. But I have no photo to show for it. My friends plan to have me do the next step up next winter: sauna and a dip into a frozen lake. I haven't agreed to that yet. However, for a change, I plan for a visit next summer to photograph the wedding of their daughter.