Autumn night

Autumn night I have watched men fishing in more than four years each fall. This has impressed me. It's like you walk back in time for hundreds of years. When the wood burns and tar smells in the bow of the boat on the river, the rush is gone. There is only fire and around endless darkness it is like a meditation of peace. Thirty-year-old men are fishing with traditions respecting the Finnish writer Kalle Päätalo in ancient times. He was able to write about the meaning of the river to people almost 40 books before past away. The name of the river is Iijoki. The name comes from an old Sami word ('iddja', 'ijje'), which means 'night'. Night-River, or Iijoki, flows through the small village, Yli-Ii. In the light of fire, fishing is a hundred years old tradition, which hardly many people even understand. They build their own boats, collect the tar wood. This is also a statement about traditions and the preservation of certain values.