I finally managed to go through the photographs taken on Midsummer's Eve a week ago. Here is a kind of prologue, walking with the children to lake Pitkäjärvi in Espoo to watch a fire being set up. It was rather quiet on this side of the lake, although evidence of generous consumption of alcohol was of course visible and audible.
(Posting title is from the poem Midsummer by Robert Fitzgerald.)
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