Portraits from my soul

Samis face inside a yellow hoodie, his piercing blue eyes staring down and to the right.
– An intangible memory
Sami is the best programmer I know, but it doesn't have much to do with his coding ability. It's all about how he cares about the people and problems that define his work.
Tight crop of Henna-Riikka smiling brightly. Three huge drops of honey pouring from her eye to her cheek.
Crying honey
The saying actually goes "pissing honey" for happiness, but I wanted a family safe version. Henna-Riikka cried the honey.
Merimaaria looking straight at the camera with a happy and content expression. Resting her cheek a cut down tree trunk. Soft lighting, soft focus and rather monochromatic color palette.
– I miss them. I can still feel their presence.
You know that feeling when you hold someone dear and feel their presence with all your senses even after they are gone? @merimaariamarttila was kind enough to help capture some of that on film.
Janina extending her hand to pick something from a bush above her. Dreamy lighting.
– Uniforn fruit leads to dance
Picking fruit at the forest of the unicorns with @janinahmaria. Somewhat inspired by Ridley Scotts Legend.
Evaeuforia dressed as death, looking ominously down at the camera, standing in front of a large barn made of old wood.
Death (II) is in the wind
Always present, sometimes oppressive, sometimes a relief. @evaeuforia modelling as death.
Anna wearing a traditional handcrafted birch bark hat, surrounded by black.
Mitäs täällä on puuhattu, Anna?
Anna wearing a traditional handcrafted birch bark hat made by Tuohimuori. (Birch bark grandma)
Salli floating in water for a time, with her long hair flowing in the water.
– I feel the world rushing by
I feel my perception of time is not like everybody elses. It's like you take still photo, but some part of keeps moving. Salli modelling.
Macy in between two yellow foil balloons, with very even ambient light. Strange intense reflections in the eyes.
The festivities were serious
Found some pineapple balloons after a party.
Janina in the middle of the most orange birch tree still full of leaves.
For the vibes
Macy, with a small beaker hanging with a piece of rope from two chopsticks that are then tied to her tongue. Spit running down from her tongue to the beaker.
Maybe a devout tea seremony, maybe sinful serving of sake
Greetta watching straight at the camera, with a serious, mysterious look and a black eye in front.
No Greettas were harmed in the making of this picture.
Greetta got a black eye while training one day. Her look was so arresting I asked if we could take a few photos.
An unknown figure, in a black winter jacket with a hood and a thick black fabric covering the face inside the hood. Sitting in a smoky old log cabin.
Death (I) cannot be known