"Sooo, what did you take pictures of on your afternoon walk in the forest?"

Raindrops!

And yeah, no drop tops. It was just a part of some hit song currently on Spotify and it started playing in my head when looking at these pictures. I really suck at making up titles for photography.

So, yesterday when I was in the countryside, and after being mostly cooped up comfortably inside, I decided to take a little walk. I of course took my camera with me, as I am unable to walk without it, it's like a crutch, but you can't lean on it, and it's really heavy. So not like a crutch. It had been raining a few days but the weather turned better for a while, a good time to take a little walk.

I didn't want to go deep in the forest, because it's moose fly season, and I fucking hate those nasty things. HATE! I managed to survive with only one encounter, and as soon as I killed that asshole trying to crawl into my hair, I turned back home. Like no, not doing this, no no no, not my thing, I don't like the forest!

Anyways, before the horrible moose fly attack, which I make up to be far more dramatic than it really is, I did manage to snap a few pictures. Of grass, that was moist. Because of the weather, there wasn't much of highlight and shadows to photograph, which is what I looked for, so I had to get in for some pretty little details, and BOKEH!

While I was crouching in the wet grass, two birdies nearly caused me a heart attack when taking flight from a nearby bush all of a sudden! The birdies where some sort of forest chicken birds which is a straight translation of what we call them in Finland, I have no idea what the correct name for them would be in English. So enjoy the funny one.

I of course don't have pictured of the forest chicken birds, because they caught me off guard. I'm sure they would have been more interesting subject to look at for you, but I quite liked looking at the raindrops. I don't get a huge kick out of bird watching, I prefer either cute little animals, or wild game.

On the topic of wild game, dad suggested that I'd go with him to moose hunting when the season starts, and take my camera with me. He would like pictures of our dog barking at the moose. That sounds so stupid in English, it's technically correct but it sounds stupid. I think there is a better term for what I mean, but yet again, don't know it. But when you have a hunting dog, it tracks the moose and barks to let the hunter know where the moose is. I used to go hunting with my dad when I was little, though I wasn't carrying a rifle, and won't be now either, my camera is what I use for shooting. EH EH EH. Jesus, I'm funny.

I think I should go, even just for the sport of it, running in the woods for all day is quite hard, but also fun if the weather is not too shit and you are prepared for it. Also, if it gets cold enough when the hunting season starts, there won't be many moose flies around attacking you! If I decide to go, you will see the results in here.

Good bye and good night!