Sadness and hope in Helsinki weather.

pyry

Everything looks so sad right now out there. It's rain, darkness and wind and more of the same. What little light we have is #75 low-pressure sodium brownish yellow (still hasn't cleared up, schmoo...).

There's hope though, if you look for it.


Walking down a street lit for Christmas.


The banners flew for Independence Day.


An invitation to get out of the weather.


Having a cup of tea.


And the train that takes you home.

Dogdots

I really like your last photo with the guy by the train. Holding a phone maybe? It really shows the loneliness of one on a dreary evening.

Dogdots/Mary

Moni

Having a cup of tea...it makes you wonder what their story is...

Lovely light. thanks for the post

pyry

Thank you for your comments!

What I particularly enjoy is how differently people see things and pay attention to diverse details. The light, the feeling... I can't help noticing I've made the blue cross in our flag black every time I skim past this set.

OsirisPhoto

Brings back memories of my short time in Hämeenlinna

Joe Dukovac

Love the night shots
I love your shots at night! A beautiful balance of shadows and details, almost reminds me of what an older private eye movie would look like if it were done today.

What was your aperture set at? Shutter speed? ISO? Just curious.

Keep up the good work!

squiddd

All pictures are great, especially the last one

JenGrace

These are very 'moody.' I think you did a really good job capturing the bleakness.

pyry

Joe Dukovac wrote:

I love your shots at night! A beautiful balance of shadows and details, almost reminds me of what an older private eye movie would look like if it were done today.

I love that reference to private eye movies!

Got the whole scene playing in my head now:
It's a dark, gloomy, drizzling evening. A slow moody sort of acoustic tango is playing in the backround.

Our somewhat slumped, scruffy looking protagonist walks into a small pub to get out of the weather. No one there but the bartender polishing glasses. Our man puts his hat on the counter and sits down. A pint is served without a word.

A couple of lines on slow business follow as our man sinks a fast one. The record ends and a jukebox in a hazy corner starts rattling it's way to another 45.

Sound of two gun shots echo their way in.

The bartender throws an empty look at the window and says: "I suppose you should look into that then."

"I reckon," says our man, "but you better give me another pint first."

A new record starts playing...