Thursday, January 30, 2014

I write you only the bitter poems

These photographs were taken in Luukki on January 25th when I went for a walk with my daughter. There was a plentiful harvest of snow-coated things.

I'm feeling tired after two consecutive days of commuting by bicycle. But maybe it is not the exercise that makes me tired. I haven't slept properly recently, and that isn't so good. Eight straight hours of sleep feels like an impossible dream.

(Posting title is from the poem Heart’s Needle by W. D. Snodgrass.)


Markus said...

I see your winter with some envy, Juha, as here it is mostly cold and grey and wet.

You have very well transported the feeling of dark days that I remember so well from my short stay in Finland. And despite the prevalent dark tones, the snow still has the appearance of being fresh and clear. Well done.

Juha Haataja said...

Well, the dark is less and less each day, the length of day is already 7 h 46 min, two hours more that it was at the shortest. Next weekend the forecast promises quite a lot more snow, so it will be even more like winter then.