The Vorma River used to have many locks. The ones that remain are well maintained.

The water surface lies like a mirror, softly rippling, capturing the reflection of its surroundings in an almost perfect balance between reality and illusion. The trees, the sky and the old lock structures merge into a double world of light and shadow, where the boundaries between land and water are blurred.
 The Vorma River flows with a quiet force, carrying with it the stories of time, while the locks stand as patient guardians of the flow. There is a sense of harmony in this moment – a calm where human engineering and nature's own rhythm unite.
 The sun paints the sky in soft tones, and the light dances across the surface of the water, as if day itself were putting its last brushstroke before night takes over. In this world of reflection, where every movement is doubled, a painting of the beauty of the landscape is created, captured in the eternal flow of the river.