The chaos is more suspected than real

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Today I walked for three hours in Sipoonkorpi National Park. I left the car at roadside south of lake Bakunkärrs träsket, walked northwest to lake Bisajärvi, and from there northeast to Kittskärr, and from there to lake Bakunkärrs träsket and the car.

I got quite tired afterwards, but the walk was worth the effort. On the way back I walked through an area where there were only little paths, made by deer perhaps, and only occasional signs of human activity.

These photographs were taken on April 12th in Nuuksio near Pirttimäki, while walking with my daughter.

(Posting title is from the poem Wildflowers by Richard Howard.)