Monday, November 16, 2015

Then I started seeing this marksmanship

These photographs were taken at Vaakkoi on October 18th. There was fog at lakes and swamps. It was quiet.

I think that quiet is much underrated.

Last week I got over 12 hours of exercise, of which 5 1/2 hours during the weekend, walking across forests and swamps, without meeting anyone, except a dog.

(Posting title is from the poem Sheriff Matt Whitlock Confesses to a Lesson in Zen after Hours by R. T. Smith.)

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