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Eight month on the island

The dark side of the moon.
Restless sea on the blue hour.
At the end of a stormy day the sun peeked from the clouds.

November came with a blast. Right at the start the waves were high and wind gusts severed branches from trees. Leaves had already fallen before. Autumn colors came late and lasted just a few weeks. Green glowing seaweed was gone too.

Continuous storms wreaked the island. Wave after wave slammed against the beach. When sea level rose my self made platform extension encountered its winner. I had gathered some rocks as an anchor but the sea moved the piece away effortlessly.

Sunset colored the foggy moment.
Reeds in the mist.
Grown up swanlings.
Crooked trees and the misty sea.
Mirages in the mist.

After the storm came calmness and fog. Mist floated above the sea and isolated the island as its own planet. The Swan family approached me slowly and started to eat seaweed nearby.

Many November days ended with a yellow glow after the sunset. One day the sun rose at 8 am and set at 4 pm making a common working day. I felt gratitude that I can spend so much time outside also in the daytime.

Vivid colors of sunset. Vegetation reminding that the summer is far away.
Yellow fern.
Swans in the reeds.
Wave hitting the rocks on after-the-sunset tones.

After calmness the storm came back. This time sea level made a new record. It was 85 cm (33 inches) over the regular at its highest. Wind blew over 20 meters (66 feet) per seconds and slammed raindrops against my face. After days of greyness the sun peeked through the clouds and painted the crests of the waves and the rain in golden yellow colors.

Keeping the rowing boat safe was an important task. I had to empty it regularly so it wouldn't sink. Few times I had to wade through the waist deep sea water to get to the platform. One time I encountered a surprising sight. The tips of the wings of a great cormorant were showing just above sea level. I assume it froze to death when the temperature surged at night and the rising sea buried it. I tried to observe it closer but I couldn't see much because of the waves and rain. After the rain the bird was gone.

Roiling sea.
Approaching wave.
Long lasting wind rose the sea level high and made getting to the platform difficult.
Sea reached the trees.
A row of thistles.
(Presumably) the tips of the wings of a great cormorant.
The dance of the rain.

In the end of November I had a chance to enjoy a few fresh mornings and clear sunsets. When waking up the platform was covered in frost, ice crystals glared on the ground and leaves shattered as I was walking. On the last of November came first snow. It melted during the day.

Frozen leaves.
Red needles.
Metallic sunset.
Shadows of the reeds.
Blue hour in the afternoon.
Evening turns to night.

Pasi Markkanen

I live and take photos for one year on an island located in Pellinki. After the year I will donate the best 100 images for use in nature conservation. My goal is to find 300 people that will support the project with 3 dollars a month and thus helping me to dedicate my work and life for the nature conservation. You can be one of them by supporting the project on Patreon.

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