A Little Too Late

I indeed managed to buy a new camera, not a very good one, but then again, nothing could be worse than the one I had used to document my hometown previously. A while after my purchase, a new road was opened connecting the city center to a suburb previously separated by a railroad. When IJatka lukemista ”A Little Too Late”

A Documentarian in Making

Basically this post is all about me explaining, why I photograph the way I do. But I find it important, so I’ll do it. When I first entered abandoned buildings, it wasn’t about details or excitement. The thrill was actually in seeing, how the places were, before they were completely destroyed. I had found aJatka lukemista ”A Documentarian in Making”

Keimola Motor Stadium

There is a saying, that you can get from any Wikipedia article to the article about Adolf Hitler in just seven clicks. I’ve never managed that. When I read something in Wikipedia, I always find ten interesting hyperlinks, open them and find ten new interesting hyperlinks. The result? I have a hundred interesting tabs openJatka lukemista ”Keimola Motor Stadium”

Making My First Entries

 More than a year had passed since I ran into the abandoned abattoir in my childhood village. I had tried entering it several times, but had always been unsuccessful. I was able to drive to the village, walk towards the place and get to its gates. After that I could only stand. Stand and lookJatka lukemista ”Making My First Entries”

A short story on how I became an urban explorer

For every story there is a beginning. And the beginning to my urban exploration story happened almost 15 years ago in a small village somewhere in Finland. It was almost Christmas, but there was no snow. It was cold, rainy and pitch black, when I traveled with my family to the village we used toJatka lukemista ”A short story on how I became an urban explorer”