Disappearing Twins


I suddenly remembered these two photographs that I took last year. There was an interesting wee story about perhaps the most famous Siamese twins, Chang & Eng Bunker, in the monthly supplement of Helsingin Sanomat (a Finnish newspaper). I wanted to save the story in my scrapbook, so I cut out their portrait from the magazine. I put the cut-out on top of the magazine and got ready to glue it into my scrapbook. Then it happened.

There was an other story in the magazine about a man from Philippines or somewhere around there (not that important here) who had come to Finland to work as a berry picker for a summer. One day, on their way back from the forest, he had disappeared without a trace. He was found after a long, long time – dead. The story was about the mysterious circumstances surrounding his dead and it was the cover story of the month. You can see the title behind the twins: Kohtalokas matka – A Fateful Journey.

I turned the cut-out around to spread the glue on its backside, but…

The twins disappeared too. The last page and the last picture of the Fateful Journey was on their backside. The lighter part is a portrait picture of the berry picker placed on the spot in forest where his body was found.

This is accidental art.

Weirdest Christmas Card Ever


I found this card last week at a flea market and I just had to get it. What a strange picture! The card is roughly 100 years old and clearly Jugendstil (German Art Nouveau). Not only is the motif peculiar – even for Jugendstil – but is was posted as a Christmas card of all things! To miss Miina Kuusiniemi from J.J. Had she broken the sender’s heart?

The Merse near Caerlaveroc Castle

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Quinn’s mention about the clouds in the previous post got me thinking about this place, the Merse near Caerlaveroc Castle in Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland. The Merse is a vast salt marsh between the castle and the sea (merse is actually a Scottish word for salt marsh). The Merse is divided in to two parts, the tidal estuary and the dry high march.

The actual tidal estuary, that during the low tide turns into mud flats, continues here for miles, literally. That part of the Merse is dangerous. First of all it is has bottomless pits of quicksand all over the place. There are guided walks to the mud flats but you really should not go there by yourself without a good guide. Secondly, when the high tide comes in, it comes in fast. And I mean it. We watched the tide coming in from a small hill top and it was rushing! Not like at any ordinary seaside where the water level rises rather slowly, here it formed small rivers that flowed towards the shore line and within minutes dry sand was covered with deep water. If you were out the on the flats when the tides comes in, you’d have no chance.

The high marsh here is a long strip of grassland between the mud flats and the forest. The boundary between the two areas is sharp, an actual step down to the mud. The high marsh was used as a pasture but the part we visited was a part of a conservation are. The grass was short and harsh but beautiful and perfect for picnic!

But what made the tone of the place were the wast skies and the clouds moving over our heads towards the sea and Ireland. I am always mesmerized by clouds no matter what kind they are. Blue skies are lovely and beautiful, but clouds, oh my. There is nothing quite like them.

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