Sunday, February 14, 2016

Like words against my eyes

The photographs were taken between January 19th and 22nd.

This morning I went for a walk at Oittaa. I explored places I hadn't visited before, where there were no ready-made paths in the snow. In some places there was 50 cm of snow, I some places only a couple cm. There was plenty of flooding. The new snow was sticking to trees, but it is starting to fall off due to the weather warming up.

This week I got 13 hours of exercise. I'm feeling tired, which is probably due to the heavy snow.

(Posting title is from the poem Half an Hour by Jean Valentine.)

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Aren’t my eyes bigger than love?

The photographs were taken on January 18th in Helsinki.

This morning I walked for 2 1/2 hours in Nuuksio, starting from Velskola, circling around lake Kattilajärvi, and returning via lake Vääräjärvi. There were three men ice fishing on lake Kattilajärvi. They seemed to know what they were doing, but I didn't walk on the lake ice, as there was plenty of signs of flooding.

When crossing a swamp which was covered by ice, there was water flowing on top of the ice, and I walked very carefully. However, at one spot the ice was hollow from below, and I fell through, but luckily the hollow space was mostly empty of water.

In some places there was 30 cm of snow in Nuuksio. The new snow was sticking to trees, so the landscape looked like winter. There were some great tits, a black woodpecker, and three ravens.

(Posting title is from the poem In Love with You by Kenneth Koch.)

Friday, February 12, 2016

How do you recognize a lovely place?

The photographs were taken at Oittaa on January 17th.

There is 8 cm of snow at Helsinki-Vantaa airport, and 0 cm at Kaisaniemi park in the center of Helsinki. This is less than I thought that there would be. But the flooding isn't much eased, as a lot of the snow melted away, and in any case it was very wet snow. I'm thinking about how to explore the flooding during the weekend, without taking too much risks of sinking into a swamp or getting soaked otherwise.

I had today the possibility to see what has happened with the restoration of the National Library building in the center of Helsinki. What I regretted is that I didn't have my camera with me. But in any case I could enjoy the building instead of focusing on taking photographs.

Addendum: This evening I spent some time in Terminal on the MacBook, doing a little big of housekeeping at the Unix shell level. I thought I would have forgotten it all, but it went surprisingly well.

(Posting title is from the poem National Account by Joel Craig.)