Farm in the middle of the forest (Part 2), Pirkanmaa, Finland

After visiting outbuildings we explored the red one of two residential buildings. It was bright and spacious inside. I enjoyed my time wandering around and taking photos. Sometimes abandoned houses are so full of stuff we need to climb and crawl to get from one room to another. It's also kind of fun but I still prefer not-so-crammed places like this. When there is less stuff it's easier to concentrate to details and notice everything.

My favourite "room" in aged, big houses is usually a hallway. There is normally a lot of windows in hallways and it makes the light very beautiful - especially when it lies on dusty, wooden furnitures like the old chest and used-to-be-red chairs in this place. There was only two larges rooms in the whole building. One of them had suffered from the collapsed roof even though there was Jesus protecting it. I was walking on my toes (although I know it really doesn't make any sense) being scared of falling throughout the decayed floor. The floor of another room was covered on snow-like pieces of white paint fallen from the roof. Somehow it reminded me of Narnia tales.


Farm in the middle of the forest (Part 1), Pirkanmaa, Finland

Visited by skkye 12.5.2014. This place was a gift from our reader who gave us a hint to go there at the perfect time - when I read it we were supposed to drive by the farm on the same day. I felt really lucky to have this blog which makes it possible to find so easily new beauties like this. The farm went immediately to my abandoned places TOP 5-list. So thank you very much, anonymous!
   When I think about this place where we visited almost four months ago, most vividly I remember birds, especially pigeons, who were crying all around the yard. Since this farm is situated in the middle of the forest, it was the only silent island between the sounds of nature. It made the atmosphere feel calm and safe, somehow very beautiful.
   First we went inside to some of the houses across the yard. It was full of cardboard boxes where was old letters, drawings, magazines and medicines. My favourite thing to find was a book of handwritten letters of reference. Old finnish language and the way to say things so preciously touched me. After that, we visited some attics where the floors were creaking under our feet. Old willow and shingle baskets and the row of never-used birch whisks for sauna told a story about people who had a talent to make beautiful things with hands. When watching them, I wished I was as capable as people in the old times.