Summer, reflections, motorbikes but nothing everlasting?

A picture collection from the motorcycle trip in the Turku archipelago, Finland.
Aug 2001.

Text and pictures by Jyrki Ollikainen
(text inspired by the paintings of E. Hopper)

Published in Helsinki, October 2001.

MC Ile                          MC Jyke                       MC Pade
 

Face the fact: we leave this place behind.

Face another fact: they are just machines but can get hurt, too.

A high noon in the town of Korppoo. The down town is silent after the arrival of three motorcycle. What will the Marshall do ? They seem to be looking ahead, so far as we can tell.

Getting the age of 49999. Congratulations. Will all the roads be driven through with her one day?

The ferry shall depart, when continent does not allow the road to continue.

The head of the road by the sea. An island hop in the bright day when a cheerful strangeness occupies its spaces.

The escape of the small group of the bikes is almost impossible. The world surrounding is their waiting room.

Ile designs a genius strategy: we will check out the next coffee drinks over there. Pasi agrees but gives a warning, you can have a coffee but you can never own it. That is why we are here.

The wooden log baths in the setting sun. The last rays of the Sun or the Autumn winds cannot blow down the shining of its bright red color. As a matter of fact, its shining will turn to be a fireball when surviving on the hill decade after decade, the winter after winter.

Head yourself to the calm and dark water. After your own fear, it is a soft and pleasant element.

All the shapes of the things. The objects in the flashlight might encourage you to have a drink. After having some more, we feel its terminal character instead of anything that hints of continuation. Cheers amigos.

Now let the sun go down and the calm wind conquer your bones. The darkness will adjust, the shadows will reveal their unwritten stories.

Three bikers appear on what must be a platform. There is nothing menacing about the scene, nothing that suggests danger is waiting around the corner. There is nothing to be solved, nothing to be worried about. The exclusions of our travel, along with our own sense of loss and our passing absence, will flourish.

And we like it.
 
 

             
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