My Weather Diary 2001 – ongoing (2051)
Since 2001, I have been taking a landscape photograph every day. I connect these photographs to important personal or world political events. These images link personal human relationships and terrorist attacks, bringing up children and genocide, the smell of coffee and the global economy. At present, My Weather Diary comprises thousands of photographs and constitutes a continuous process; hence, all the exhibitions on this topic have been different. The starting point of this work was that world events, personal events and weather will always repeat themselves and merge into one large continuum. Connecting landscapes with the news also concretizes how we are in contact with world events through the media. Everything is brought up close, which also means that events that are truly nearby are no longer close.
The My Weather Diary series has been shown at many exhibitions all over the world, including the 14th Biennale of Sydney (2004), the Belgrade Biennale (2006), the Seventh Biennial of African Photography in Bamako (2007), the MoMA PS1 in New York (2008), the independent curatorial space in St Petersburg, as part of the Manifesta 10 Festival (2014) and the D-Museum, Seoul (2018).
It is Shrove Sunday. The children are bored with sledding down the hill. On the same
day a candlelight vigil is held in support of Aleksei Navalnyi in Russia.
Covid-19, an age of emergency. People are queuing to get into a night
club in Malmi.
Helsinki. The BLM demonstration. Statues are being torn down in the United States.
I attend the April Jazz-festival with Ville. It’s the exceptional time of the COVID-19
pandemic.
Girls are playing on the Ruutinkoski Beach.
At the same time, a new kind of virus is spreading in China.
The hour motel, popular among young people, collapses due to an earthquake in
Durren. The facility doesn’t register its customers. Therefore, it is not known how many
people are in the ruins.
The world is wondering where Malaysian Airline Flight 370 disappeared. 
Helsinki. Leinu feeds (my) half of our lunch to seagulls.
At breakfast I read that man had attacked the Pulse nightclub. 
I was sitting on a bench at the park. The sun was illuminating the edge of a black rain cloud.
Then my friend called. He was talking fervently about how by the end of the century the sea
level could rise by two meters.
At 2 AM a nervous man stepped through the door of our room. We couldn’t sleep after. Me and
my friend took turns keeping watch at the door through the night.
Trump and Putin shook hand in Helsinki. Time was used nicely in Budapest. Chromogenic print 28 x 28 cm 
A month after I took this picture a pack of hundred wolves ate all the dogs running free in Tuksa. 
Malmi. I am in the park with Anu and Leinu. It is the Arab Spring. 
The metro station of the Technological Institute after the terror strike had claimed fourteen victims. 
Bosnia. Red river ran throught the village. By morning the water was clear. 
Anu breastfeeding at the Père Lachaise cemetery in Paris.
The night between Christmas day and Boxing day in Kuivasjärvi. At the same time a tsunami is traveling towards towards the beaches in Southeast Asia. 
There is no place for animal rights in a country lacking human rights. The Israeli army began a ground assault to Lebanon. 
I walked 13327 steps today in Moscow. I wonder what took place at Gurjanovskaja. 
Jetlagged and I am looking for a nice cafe. A 450 kg bomb axploded in a Baghdad hotel. 
Lena built a palm tree out of empty beer bottles.
The sound of rain covers the hum of a nearby highway. A black pickup truck turns in front of the motel. The driver parks in front my window. 
Evening stroll with Anu by the river Vantaanjoki. It was raining and the dusk was falling. I measured the exposure to be about 15 minutes. We sat on a cliff and I tripped the shutter. We had sat for five minutes without moving when we heard a loud splach. – Who’s crazy enough to go swimming in this weather? Anu didn’t reply since she was close to the camere; her face would have appeared unsharp in the final image. We forgot the event while waiting for the shutter to close. Two days afterwards I read in a newspaper that a middle–aged woman had drowned in Vantaanjoki. The body had drifted downstream. 
Saddam Hussein was charged with the Kurd massacre in 1988. Energy is flowing from East to West and at both end of the Krasnoufimsk tunnel there in an armed guard. 
Graz. kimmo has a flu. 
The archipelago of Pori, I am in Love. Today there is an environmental conference in Bonn: the Kioto Protocol is now ready to be ratified. 
Installation view, The Finnish Museum of Photography, Helsinki, Finland