The last rays of sun, before northern icy winter surrounds us again.

If I was a farmer, I would watch my properties as a hawk with both eyes closed and jump around like this. Jieeiii.

All passing cows and elks would have real problems with me, but at least I would have more than enough bones like these!

Did I already mention that I would hunt elks for bones.

Even the toughest heroic hunter needs rest on a warm couch.

Let me out. Hurry up, it's almost 5 am, who still wants to be in bed or inside. We're on cottage - free me!

You may sleep inside. I'll go fishing or figure out something more interesting.

Let's take a walk around Saimaa - or maybe not.

The first snow again makes my job a lot easier. I can be off-guard, because now it's pretty damn easy to follow the path.

No action, no sun, no easy shots. Just some scenery to fill the space.

Visitors interrupting morning drink. Maybe a morning spin could be in place.

Oh. What a place!