A cold, dark Finnish winter night. The wind is gently, but sharply blowing, and snow drizzling. The garden with the fence is about a hundred meters off the road. I am walking there, the deep snow creaks with every steps. And suddenly I find the right angle of view, which awakes deeply hidden romantic moods from my childhood. -The title is also from my childhood, in my mother tongue. It roughly means something like: the Tales' Winter Garden. But it is not the same... This photo carries something that only the mother tongue can grasp.
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