Some things must die, so others can rise

Somebody might have noticed, that I haven't been writing anything for almost an year.

I didn't notice. Until recently.

I have been writing this blog more and less actively sense 2011. And it contains a hell lot of moments and thoughts along the way. Almost 8 years of my life.

The idea has been knocking in the back of my head for a while now. Some where deep in the subconsciousness, not quite in my reach. But still annoyingly notable.

Now I have reached the point where the thought is clear and I know what I must do. In the same time it unfortunately means the end for Ohutta Yläpilveä blog.

I want thank you all, for reading my blog during these years. For wanting see my point of view about this world.

In the same time I say farewell to this blog, I'm already looking forward.

And yes, this is not meaning that I would stop writing. Ehei.

I have still a lot of things to share. A lot of pictures to take.

In the future, which starts NOW(!) you can keep reading my literary output from my new blog called

 My Northern Home

( https://homeupnorth.blogspot.com/ )

I will keep sharing moments in my life, my thoughts, photographs and adventures in my new blog. For all you my loved ones who are too far away to share my adventures in live. And for all those who are just interested and happen to like my posts.

You can still find me in instagram @pirita.anneli ( https://www.instagram.com/pirita.anneli/ ) 

Hope you have and will enjoy!

I have and will!

PS. I found this really interesting new blog about woman's adventures. The writer seems to be imagenary character, but had to say, that I can relite to some of the stories.
Check it out!
It is called Kaikella Rakkaudella, Irma!
( https://kaikellarakkaudellairma.blogspot.com/ )

Finders Keep.. Or Is it? / Löytäjä Saa Pitää.. Vai Saako?

Somewhere in Lapland

On the one of my adventures I found this hidden gem

So beautiful

Standing on the meadow

Surrounded by flowers

I assumed this one was abandoned too

Like so many other old house

Sense this one was almost collapsed

Like too many other old house

The door was loosely locked

Again I was wondering

Where goes the line of trespassing

When it is breaking in

And when it is a friendly visit

The law says it is always trespassing when you go in

No matter if the door is open or closed

And I understand this

There is too much people whom don't know how to respect the old house

They brake windows to get in

Make a mess inside

And take all kind of old things with them from the house

For these kinda things there is a simple term

It's called burklary

There is a simple code for people wanting to visit old places

Take only photographes

Leave only foot prints

Simple as that

Then the other thing is

What is 'abandoned'

Old house or cottage that looks like there has been nobody in decades

Can be still somebody's summer house

It would be wise to find out the history of the place

Before you go in

But like me so often

I come a cross with the places by accident

In this case I try to use common sense

I always also ask from the house if I'm welcome

Usually the house welcomes me and shows me the way in

But sometimes not

Then I respect that and continue my way

When I was younger

I was too thirsty for adventures

And too blind to stop and listen

So I made a way to get in this old house

While inside I got this really bad vibes

The whole house was rejecting me

There was a lot of scary stuff

And stuff that where obviously stolen

And I realized there has been somebody

Somebody I wouldn't want to meet

I left the place and never came back

Afterwords I felt bad

I had broke my code and the common code

I had actually done something that wasn't fun anymore

So you live, you learn

I never posted the pics from that house anywhere

and I never will

So now I was standing on one door again

Asking if I'm welcome

This time I was

The house was in a really bad shape

The basement was totally collapsed

I was stepping super carefully on the floor

Numbers at the house base stonewall tells that the house has been build 1938-50

Note on the bench tells that somebody has been visiting the owner 1983

Latest newspaper was the Hufvudstadsbladet from 1994

From the internet I couldn't find any information about the house

So it remains a mystery house for me

Exploring the main floor is always nice and exiting

But going higher or lower is always a bit scary

Especially if the house can collapse in any minute

Do you rather get burried

Or take a leap of faith with the upstairs floor

This is always a nice mind game to play alone in the spooky old house

This time also there was no ghosts making them selves visible for me

Not even afterwords from the pictures

Which is also kinda spooky when you see something in the pic

That wasn't there when taking the pic

So this seemed very peaceful house

It just stands there in the middle of the flower meadow

With the bright colors little by little fainting from it's walls

I'm not going to reveal the location of this place

So let just say it is somewhere in Lapland

Local people probably know the place already

Sense I definitely wan't the first one visiting there

(Some ladies had typed on the piece of paper that they were here)

But I hope you will enjoy the beautiness of this old house through my pictures

And maybe understand why I sometimes bend the law for the pics and stories

The Castle Mountain / Linnavuori

Ikoinniemi, Savonlinna

For a long time I have been looking this place on a map

The Castle Mountain

Actually just one of them

There is about 90 places in Finland called as Castle Mountain

Seven of them here in Southern Savo

Some of them have actually served as Iron Age fortresses

Lookout places for enemies

At some of the places they have found evidences about this

But some of the places have just the name

I visited one of these Castle Mountains

Here in Ikoniemi there is no evidence about ancient fortress being here

But for my opinion this has been a perfect lookout place 

The dirt road was so small and curvy

That I was really glad to have my new adventure partner  with me

This being my 4wd car

I just love it

The "parking area" was just a small wider spot by the road

And the path that was supposed to start from the "parking area"

Was so unused that I couldn't find it at first

It had been taken over by the Lilys of the valley

Nice

This kinda places I like

The hidden gems

 It was super hot summer day

I love the smell of the pine tree forests

They smell like home

Like a childhood summers

It's so quiet and peaceful

Only the Whooper swans disagree

At the nearby bay there is some kind of swan mayhem going on

National bird of Finland negotiating who was on that bay first
I would see this noise as a part
Of this kinda national and cultural view

Like Common Gull or Arctic Loon

I try to step carefully on the super dry lichen
Which seems to grow everywhere here
Funny plants these liches
On  rainy day they are like sponges
Soft and elastic
And now in this sudden heatwave
They are crispy and crunchy
And break easily

I also record that
It has been way too long sense my last adventure
Should remember to do this more often
Refill my batteries
Enjoy the moment

I didn't find either any signs about the Iron Age Fortress being here
Two stone piles on the top
Turn out to be some thing that tourists and visitors make when they visit here
It's apparently common to bring your own stone to the pile
I just wonder why so many people carry stones with them?
And I was thinking if the binoculars are too heavy to take with
Jeesus

Definitely worth visiting

Like so many places are

Now I just want to find those six other Castle Mountains

But that's a matter of some other day

The Northern Fire

Playing with fire

Wanting to go higher

Dance till you starve

Under the stars

Above the northern fire

Higher and higher

Feeling lighter

Mightier

The strongest warrior

New day rises

Burning out the fires

Feet on the ground

Can you light another one

For the sun

Happy to be alone / Yksinäisyyden onni

Uneksin kuinka vehtaamme sängyssä poikaystäväni kanssa.

Onko sänky minun vai meidän, siihen en osaa vastata.

Todennäköisesti minun, tännehän ne aina lopulta loisivat.

Hän ei myöskään ole mieheni.

Eikä varsinaisesti fyysisesti muistuta ketään entisistäni poikaystävistäni.

Miehiähän minä en voi edes hyvällä tahdolla sanoa minulla olleen.

Siis tämä oli taas joku random dude.

Jonka kanssi yritin leikkiä kotia.

Kummankaan meistä ymmärtämättä leikin sääntöjä.

Joka tapauksessa.

Olimme siis pelehtimässä hyvällä fiiliksellä.

Kunnes kävi se klassinen ja tajusin valtavan pissahädän pingoittavan rakkoani.

Totesin, että nyt on pakko pissiä ja pinkaisin vessaan.

Kuulin pojan jupisevan ja tuhisevan.

"Jaahas, eiköhän tää ollut sitten tässä!"

Ja alkavan pukeutua.

Hihkaisen vessasta, että kyllä mie pesen itteni, elä huoli.

kohta oon puhtaampi ku aloitettaessa!

Mutta poika vain jatkaa loukkaantunutta tuhahteluaan

Ja painelee täysissä pukeissa vessan oven ohitse.

Tuijotan hetken eteeni koittaen sisäistää mitä juuri tapahtui.

Seuraavaksi tunnen kuinka kiukku ja ärsytys alkavat nousta ohimoilleni.

Eihän se nyt noin voi käyttäytyä!

Ei tämän näin kuulu mennä!

Etsin jotain, jolla verhota itseni.

Löydän pojan istumasta keittiönpöydän äärestä.

Hän tuijottelee ulos ikkunasta.

Ei noteeraa mitenkään läsnäoloani.

Nyt leikitään ilmeisesti mykkäkoulua.

Tässä kohtaa herään.

Tuijotan kattolautoja kiukun edelleen kupliessa sisälläni.

Ärsyttävä uni ja ärsyttävä kiukun tunne.

Inhoan sitä kun olen kiukkuinen.

Kiukkuisena olen aina jotenkin poissa tolaltani.

Kuin jotain minussa olisi nyrjähtänyt väärään asentoon.

Mietin untani.

Ärsyttävä kakara.

Oli vain odottanut sopivaa hetkeä.

Että tekisin jotain, mitä vaan, josta hän voisi pahoittaa mielensä.

Ja mitä minäkin menin sillä lailla tuohtumaan.

Jos toinen ei enään keskeytyksen jälkeen halua jatkaa hommia niin so be it.

Klassinen tapaus, jossa toinen reagoi toisen reaktioon.

Molemmat kipuilevat toisen kipua.

Yritän ravistella sisintäni takaisin sijoilleen.

Katseeni osuu yöpöydälläni olevaan puoliksi syötyyn suklaapalaan.

Minua alkaa väkisinkin hymyilyttämään.

Jos joku nyt näkisi suklaapalan tietämättä,

että se jäi siihen eilen iltapäivällä,

kun rauhallinen tee-suklaa-hetkeni keskeytettiin brutaalisti puhelulla,

voisi tuo joku luulla, että olen yksi niistä sokeri-addikteista,

jotka mutustavat suklaata unissaankin.

Onneksi kukaan ei ole luulemassa niin.

Nousen ylös ja laitan tee-veden kiehumaan.

Toivoen sen sulattavan pois viime yön epämiellyttävät tuntemukset,

jotka edelleen kummittelevat kehossani.

Tämä on taas yksi niistä aamuista,

kun olen niin monella tasolla onnellinen siitä,

että olen yksin.