I managed to process half of the photographs which I took during last weekend in Nuuksio. These were taken near lake Kattilajärvi where I had a walk with my daughter. There was an anthill beside the path made from stone instead of wood. And amazingly many amanita.
I ordered a map from a shop on the net, and went today to the post office to get it. But the map had been delivered to a wrong post office. Maybe I should return the map - it didn't find the way where it was supposed to go.
(Posting title is from the poem Lyman King by Edgar Lee Masters.)
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