As I now had a new camera, I was extremely eager to test it. It was in the middle of the winter and I had no car. That’s why I chose to try to shoot a model for the first time in years with the hopes of finding a chauffeur that way.
January 6th is a national holiday in Finland. I asked my friend to dress up in her national dress and find us a ride. She didn’t have a car either, so she got her sister to drive.
We departed the capital in the morning. We were a bit puzzled by the high fuel consumption of the car, but thought nothing of it until we reached a petrol station in about an hour’s drive away. When we left the motorway, we heard a loud, screeching noise from the back.
The reason to the noise and the consumption was most likely that the brake caliper in one wheel was starting to get stuck. We didn’t want it to get fully stuck while braking in motorway speeds, so we stopped and called the insurance company. They towed the car away, called us a taxi and took us to a car rental, where a brand new Volvo was waiting for us.
After a delay of almost two hours we were were we were supposed to be in the beginning.
Some of you probably recognize the place. It’s the sleigh ride cottage, and the weather is much more like a sleigh ride than during my first visit. The door has been broken and a ski thrown out of the window. Otherwise not much had changed.
Looking very familiar. But I did have a model with me, so lets get on to business.
I hadn’t tried photographing anybody inside in more than three years. I had slight difficulties figuring out what I should do.
So we just tried different places inside the house and different poses.
But then we started thinking that maybe the pictures could tell a story. If it was the one of a frustrated young lady, who was disillusioned in her rural home and wanted away.
Tired with cooking coffee and ironing.
Just standing there waiting for the world to come and get her.
But the world was nowhere to be seen.
So she decided to take matters into her own hands.
And it was now or never.
Freedom at last.
And after she checked that nothing had been left behind in the storage building.
We decided to leave this yard alltogether.
We next went to a nearby historical ironworks and shot some more photos there. They have nothing to do with urbex, so won’t feature them here. But one has to do with the escape story.
And it was this one. Our Young lady has finally escaped the ironworks and is heading towards the world.
And the setting for the world was the old town of a nearby town. And that’s where she arrived, when it was already getting dark.
She found her spot in one corner of the main street.
Not that it was the easiest or friendliest of places.
But at least she could afford to buy things now.
The end.
Or not quite. Another one of my friends was pregnant, wanted photos and so it started. Since then this new camera of mine has actually almost paid itself back with photography gigs.