Thursday, July 27, 2017

I can only describe to you

The photographs were taken on June 30th at Ruka in Kuusamo, climbing to the top of Rukatunturi hill.

This morning I managed to go through all the photographs taken so far this summer. With the iPhone SE I have taken 2,000 photographs, and I'm getting somewhat familiar with the results. Often they are quite good. The LX100 is a much better photographic tool, but I don't carry it with me when I go riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem A Poem for Record Players by John Wieners.)

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

I looked long at the rearview mirror: there, the one man

The photographs were taken on the Pyhävaara hill in Kuusamo on June 30th.

Yesterday the car passed the annual vehicle inspection, at 17 years of age. The car needed quite a lot of repairs. For example the exhaust pipe, the oxygen sensor and the distributor had to be fixed. In addition, I bought new summer tires. The car should be ok, but further repairs need to be done at some point.

I have been following what is happening in the United States, and things are becoming more and more strange. Half a year ago the country seemed to be quite ok, and now things are all messed up. Of course that was to be expected when electing a dangerous and stupid narcissist as the president.

(Posting title is from the poem City Without a Name by Czeslaw Milosz.)

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

All day he draws and imagines

The photographs were taken on the Rukatunturi hill in Kuusamo on June 29th.

This morning I rode the bicycle to Oittaa in Espoo, and found a route I hadn't realized was available for exploring.

(Posting title is from the poem Apparition of the Exile by Bruce Weigl.)