Saturday, April 25, 2015

That tension I would sooner suffer

These photographs were taken in Nuuksio on April 7th.

Today morning I walked for two hours in Tremanskärr forests and swamps. Then I worked for 3 1/2 hours in the garden. Then I was exhausted.

(Posting title is from the poem Lectures to Women on Physical Science by James Clerk Maxwell.)

I am the color of that tree

The road to the Brussels airport passes Sonian Forest (Dutch: Zoniënwoud, French: Forêt de Soignes). The forest is quite large, 4,421 hectare, and it is part of the scattered remains of the ancient Silva Carbonaria or Charcoal Forest. Spring was much in evidence, and the forest looked inviting for long walks and exploration. Alas, I had to hurry to catch the flight - which turned out to be delayed by over one hour.

Today I went for a two-hours walk in the morning. Early summer flowers are blooming, and some bushes are getting green.

(Posting title is from the poem Caro Nome by Kathy Fagan.)

Friday, April 24, 2015

And soft captivity involves the mind

I commuted by bicycle on four days this week, and this year so far 1214 km.

Yesterday I visited Brussels, where the trees are blooming, and I realized that even Brussels can be beautiful. I didn't have time for taking photographs, but here is one anyway.

When returning home I got an impression of stereotype Finns. Finland is #14 in alcohol consumption per capita, but on the plane were some from the heavy drinking part of the population. The delayed flight allowed some extra time in the bar, and on the plane it felt for a while like traditional Finnish midsummer celebrations. When leaving the plane, one of the passengers had to be helped by two fellow passengers to walk to the airport.

(Posting title is from the poem On Imagination by Phillis Wheatley.)