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Skies on fire and a season for loving

September 30, 2007

By Enrique Tessieri

I visited a week ago one of my favorite spots near Mikkeli in eastern Finland. While the lake water looks tempting, it’s pretty cold to take a dip. Water temperatures in this part of the world reach their zenith (about 75F/24C) at the end-July/early August and then begin to drop abruptly to temperatures where you’re flirting with hypothermia.

For those of you who have got to know me through this blog, know that I love this time of the season. It’s just like that famous song by the Zombies:

It’s the time of the season
When the love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try
With pleasured hands

To take you and the sun to
Promised lands
To show you every one
It’s the time of the season for loving…

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In fall skies are restless and on fire!

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. October 1, 2007 1:27 am

    gorgeous photo, sugar! i found myself humming the tune..and it is perfect for this time of the year!

  2. nemoo permalink
    October 1, 2007 7:41 pm

    Many thanks for dropping by and the kind words, Savannah. It’s always nice to hear from you. I agree: It is that time of the year!
    Enrique

  3. October 2, 2007 2:59 pm

    Great photo! You’ve been eating those mushrooms again I can tell by the colour of the water- it’s a dead give away.
    Y;-) Paddy

  4. nemoo permalink
    October 2, 2007 7:13 pm

    Paddy, instead of listening to the Zombies why not try this song: One pill makes you larger and another one makes you smaller, but the ones that mother gives you don’t do anything at all… That picture was taken on a very sober Saturday…
    Enrique

  5. October 3, 2007 7:18 am

    Alice did that once, and had a nasty dream about being an oyster.
    “The night is fine,” the Walrus said.
    Do you admire the view?……….
    ……………..
    The sea was wet as wet could be,
    The sands were dry as dry.
    You could not see a cloud, because
    No cloud was in the sky:
    No birds were flying overhead–
    There were no birds to fly.”

  6. nemoo permalink
    October 3, 2007 5:34 pm

    You are a real artist, Paddy! As I’ve got to know you more and read your blog, the more I’m convinced of this. We could also quote William Blake:”No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.”
    Enrique

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