As predicted, I have returned to the botanical gardens. This trip is more intimate than the inaugural, yet it was just as satisfying. A slow tram ride through the city carried me from my neighborhood to the garden entrance, and thus the adventure began.
The content brings to light what I fail to experience in reality. The seasons are transitioning across the globe. Social media likes to remind us all when the change occurs, even if it is at the expense of our personal comfort. I enjoy seeing the leaves change color in Helsinki, the spring surf pictures from Cape Town, and the seasonal sunset shots people capture from around the world but take it too far at times and I begin to wonder why I’m not somewhere else.
To respond to this global FOMO epidemic, the botanical gardens are my saving grace. On this particular day, I enjoyed the crisp autumn air, golden leafy textures, combined with dry cactus arrangements, humid rainforest foliage, and summer green aesthetic… all within a few meters from the other.
I’m grateful for this little garden space. It is as if I can easily transport to a different scene, without a plane ticket, passport, or bikini wax, and experience something totally different than the moment before.
Until next week,
xx – nasty trash
Last week was the Autumnal equinox, and two years ago marks the day I wed my best friend. In celebration of that fact, we decided to spend the weekend abroad in Denmark. The second anniversary is the cotton anniversary, and although we failed to find a cotton souvenir, we accomplished much more in our little trip.
The weekend started in Copenhagen where we met up with an old friend from our time as exchange students. Without missing a beat we shared stories, breakfast, and memories just like when we all lived together years ago.
Following a day of wandering the capital, we took a train to the little city of Odense. This is a small city and could easily be looked over on a map. Only famous for its past resident and renowned author, Hans Christian Andersen.
We were smitten the whole weekend wandering this village. Our Airbnb was perfectly nestled in the center of the town, and as we explored the cobblestone roads, church bells would serenade our adventure.
Denmark is a wonderful place, and it is my mission to return frequently and learn more about their enlightening culture. As for our anniversary weekend, it was magic, as is every day being married to the one I love.
Earlier this year, I went around town on a photo mission. Since then the seasons have changed, but my inspiration has lingered throughout the year. I found myself biking down a familiar route, and enjoying the contrasting architecture and water vistas of Helsinki.
The seasons have yet to turn officially, but autumn has surely made a mark in corners of the capital. Even though what matters most is that for now the warmth of the sun can still be felt on the skin, and the sky still does that big, blue, beautiful thing.
I am embracing the next season with open arms and an open mind. In hopes to welcome new changes in my habits, career, and perspective. Still apprehensive about the ominous winter that follows, it is time to shed past practices that no longer serve me. All this, whilst living in Helsinki.
xx – nasty trash