If you work, if you wait, you will find the place

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Here are four photographs taken during the storm in Tampere, near Pyynikinharju. Two pairs of photographs, a bit different feeling in them.

Update: I just realized that there is a path along the dark shore, and some people were running on this path, with head lamps, and pieces of the trajectories of these lamps are visible in the 8 second long exposures. See the second photograph.

With a sturdy tripod it would have been possible to try to catch longer trails of these lights on the shore, but of course that is just hindsight.

(Posting title is from the poem Four-Leaf Clover by Ella Higginson.)

Such glory, such terror, such passion

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Storm 5

Here are some less blurry photographs I took Tuesday evening at Tampere, by the beach near Pyynikinharju. It was stormy, and dark so that I had trouble seeing where it was safe to step. I really liked being outside even though my hands got gold when I was operating the camera.

(Posting title is from the poem A Channel Crossing by Algernon Charles Swinburne.)

I might as well go back to the army

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Storm 2

Storm 3

I attended a two-day meeting in Tampere, and we had stormy weather during the first day. I went out for a short walk before dinner, and tried to take some long-exposure photographs by the lake nearby. The wind was so strong - 20 m/s or faster - that the camera wouldn't keep still when I put it on top of a rock or some other support, so I didn't get many sharp photographs.

However, some of the blurry photographs are rather artistic, there is a bit of painterly feeling in them, as if painted by the storm. The first one was taken handheld so it is even blurrier than the other two.

Do you think that these photographs work as photographs?

(Posting title is from Killing Him: A Radio Play by Yehuda Amichai, translated by Adam Seelig and Hadar Makov-Hasson.)