Say hello to my old kitten, Miki. He died when he was only 6 months old, and that was about 12 years ago. According to the date on the picture, I was 8 years old when this photo was taken.
When I think about him, I still cry. He is buried in our forest, and I always visit his grave when I go to back home.
After seeing those Killer Queen photos I took, my mom asked if I’d like to go study photography. Sure, why not, but you need more than just a camera to be a real photographer. You need to have some sort of imagination.
As you can see, I don’t have that.
I took my friend Niina to a japanese-like cabin called Yado Oikawa Old here in Finland when she turned 18, in 2008. It was amazing. We had so much fun.
More over here.
I found these old pictures I took a few years ago at Rovaniemi, and I had totally forgotten this tree even existed! This tree was next to a children’s park near my step-grandmother’s apartment. Everyone was like “EEEEWW LOOK AT THAT TREE” while I was “OH SHIT AWESOME” ang giggled all the way through when I took these pictures.
ooooohh baby come to me
