Monday, April 23, 2018

From where I stand, the hub of me

The photographs were taken at Soidinsuo swamp in Nuuksio on April 1st.

I commuted by bicycle today, using the new back wheel with a Nexus 8 gear hub (SG-C6001) and the new twist shifter which came with the wheel. It was great. It still feels surprising that the gear hub is silent. With the old hub there was noise coming from the gears all the time, especially when switching.

(Posting title is from the poem Written in Stone by Oscar Williams.)

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Battered and scarred, am I seeing

The photographs were taken on lake Meiko on March 31st.

This morning I went for a walk thinking that there might be hepatica flowers to be seen. It turned out that wood anemone is also in flower, which was a surprise. The warm weather speeded up the progress of spring quite a lot. However, next week will be cool, so spring won't proceed quite as fast.

(Posting title is from the poem Flow by Jonathan Galassi.)

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Didn't know I was lost

The photographs were taken at Meiko on March 31st.

This morning I walked for over two hours at lake Myllyjärvi south of Luukki. Two white-tailed deer started running away and startled me, but otherwise it was quiet, if birds are not taken into account.

(Posting title is from the song Wake Me Up! by Avicii.)

Friday, April 20, 2018

And the world begins to fade

The photograph was taken at Slätmossen swamp in Meiko on March 31st.

I commuted by bicycle today, using the new back wheel with a Nexus 8 gear hub (SG-C6001). It turned out that the old twist shifter is not compatible with the new version of Nexus 8 gear hub: gears 1 and 8 did not engage properly. When I got home, I installed the new twist shifter which came with the wheel, and now everything seems to work properly. I'm very pleased with Taylor Wheels for packaging all necessary components together with the wheel.

So far this year I have got 1,546 km riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem The Nassau Loop Is No Longer Running by Gerard Malanga.)

Thursday, April 19, 2018

With his hand on a lever, because otherwise

The photographs were taken at Slätmossen swamp in Meiko on March 31st.

I got the new Nexus 8 wheel today, and installed it to the bicycle. The cabling is a bit different, and I may have to do part of the installation a different way, but this is good enough for now. For tomorrow the weather forecast promises sunshine, 3 °C in the morning and 18 °C in the afternoon.

(Posting title is from the poem In the Loop by Bob Hicok.)

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Deciphered

The photographs were taken at Vaipo lake in Meiko on March 31st.

The new bicycle wheels which I ordered are still in transit. Today I had a look at the tires, and took apart the outer parts of the Nexus 8 gear hub. Maybe I should have a look inside as well, to see how a worn out gear hub looks. There is quite a lot of resistance when trying to turn the gears, so I guess the new wheel will make riding the bicycle somewhat easier than it was with the old hub.

(Posting title is from the poem Loop by Rae Armantrout.)

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Watch, even and alert

The photograph was taken in Nuuksio south of lake Suolikas on March 30th.

Last Sunday I was planning to install summer tires to the bicycle. Then I realized that the rim of the back wheel is so worn out that it will not last long. And it didn't last long. Today I got a puncture in the rear tire, and had to pump up the tire four times on the way home. The worn-out rim is starting to come apart, and caused the puncture in the inner tire.

(Posting title is from the poem Snow in the Loop by Mary Grier.)

Monday, April 16, 2018

Faster when you turn to face it

The photograph was taken in Nuuksio southwest of lake Suolikas on March 30th.

(Posting title is from the poem And Still It Comes by Thomas Lux.)

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Forever, at the unbearable solo moment

The photographs were taken in Nuuksio west of lake Suolikas on March 30th.

I was planning to install summer tires to the bicycle today, but when I started cleaning it, I realized that the rim of the back wheel is so worn out that it will not last long. Thus, I ordered new wheels (from Taylor Wheels) for the bicycle, and if everything goes well they should arrive within a few days.

This reminds me of what happened five years ago with the back wheel I had made in a local bicycle shop. These days it is no longer humans who build the wheels, but robots, and I hope the quality is better.

(Posting title is from the poem The Eve of St. Agnes by John Keats.)

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Northward by cracked compass

The photographs were taken at Vaakkoi on March 24th.

This morning I walked for two hours, exploring the swamps and forests at Tremanskärr. It has been over five months since I last walked there, and I had forgotten some things about the landscape. During the night the temperature dropped below freezing, and snow carried a person walking in most places. One had to be careful, though, because there were deep pockets of water in some places below the snow.

(Posting title is from the poem At last, to be identified! by Rebecca Hazelton.)

Friday, April 13, 2018

The heart to its moments of sorrow and swoon

The photographs were taken at Petikko on March 178th.

Today was a fine day for commuting by bicycle, -4 °C in the morning and +10 °C in the afternoon. So far this year I have got 1,446 km riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem Bronzed by Dean Young.)

Thursday, April 12, 2018

You arrived through a forest of needles

The photographs were taken at Sipoonkorpi National Park on March 17. I discovered a new route, and got a bit lost, which was great.

(Posting title is from the poem Black Mare by Lynda Hull.)

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

I hope he saw me wave

The photograph was taken on March 11th.

I commuted by bicycle today. In the afternoon the air quality wasn't good because of dust, but otherwise it was fine riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem Art by Sydney Lea.)

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

And disappear

The photographs were taken on March 11th.

(Posting title is from the poem Towns in Colour by Amy Lowell.)

Monday, April 9, 2018

I come to stay with you

The photographs were taken on March 11th.

Today I commuted by bicycle. The road was dry, and it would have been fine to use summer tires. But later this week there will be cold nights, and perhaps some ice on the road.

(Posting title is from the poem Homage to Mistress Bradstreet by John Berryman.)

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Crush into sweet green tea

The photographs were taken in Nuuksio on March 10th.

This morning I walked for two hours at Timmermalmi nature protection area. There was 5-20 cm of snow in the forests between the hills. Birds were eager to be heard.

(Posting title is from the poem Daylight Saving Time Flies Like an Instagram of a Weasel Riding a Woodpecker & You Feel Everything Will Be Alright by Regie Cabico.)

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Hand moving and eyes eager in the sour light

The photographs were taken in Nuuksio on March 10th.

This morning I walked for two hours in Petikko. During the night the temperature dropped to below 0 °C, so the snow was mostly frozen and carried a man walking in the open fields. Depth of snow is only 10-15 cm, and during the weekend probably melts almost totally away.

(Posting title is from the poem BETTER DAYS by A. F. Moritz.)

Friday, April 6, 2018

Onward labouring, though

The photograph was taken on March 4th.

I commuted by bicycle today. So far this year I have got 1,313 km riding the bicycle. When I got home, I cleaned the bicycle, adjusted the brake pads, and cleaned and oiled the chain. At first I also thought changing summer tires, but the weather forecast promises cold nights for next week, so I'm keeping the studded winter tires at least for the next week.

(Posting title is from the poem How She Went to Ireland by Thomas Hardy.)

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Constructions executed during a working life spent

The photographs were taken on March 3rd in Petikko.

It rained during the night, and the amount of snow is decreasing rapidly, almost 10 cm in a day. The weekend be warm as well, so it may be that almost all snow disappears.

At work my laptop was upgraded from Windows 7 to Windows 10. Everything is more or less missing.

(Posting title is from the poem Tomahawk by Mark Rudman.)

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

And the sleeping man leaps up in pained surprise

The photographs were taken on March 3rd in Petikko.

Today the road was mostly clear of snow and ice, and mostly dry as well. The were some deep puddles with hidden ice ridges, but they didn't much hinder riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem Lives of the Dead: An Epic: Chapter Two by Hanoch Levin.)

Monday, April 2, 2018

Feel that flexible wind on your face

The photographs were taken on March 3rd in Petikko.

It is snowing today, and something like 10-15 cm of snow is to be expected. On Wednesday the weather should start warming up, so I guess this is a temporary setback in the progress of spring.

(Posting title is from the poem Frog Pond by Carol Muske-Dukes.)

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Who sang out of their windows in despair

The photograph was taken on February 28th.

This morning I walked for two hours in Nuuksio, walking across the Soidinsuo swamp and visiting lakes Ympyrkäinenlampi, Holma-Saarijärvi and Kolmoislammit. There was fog at the swamp, smoothing the landscape.

(Posting title is from the poem Howl by Allen Ginsber.)

Saturday, March 31, 2018

By either hope or memory?

The photographs were taken in Helsinki on February 26th.

This morning I walked for 2 hours 20 minutes around lake Meiko, visiting lake Vaipo and lake Vitträsk as well. In many places the frozen snow carried a person walking. I walked through the open swamp Slätmossen. On the Meiko lake there were people skiing and ice-fishing, but otherwise it was very quiet.

(Posting title is from the poem A Home by Sarah C. Woolsey.)

Friday, March 30, 2018

If I were there or you were here

The photographs were taken in Meiko on February 24th.

This morning I walked for two hours in north parts of Nuuksio, visiting seven lakes: Poika-Suolikas, Lummukas, Syvä-Antias, Iso-Antias, Levo-Antias, Sammalkuoho and Suolikas. In many places the snow was frozen so that it carried a man walking. When I started walking, the temperature was -12 °C, and when I returned, -5 °C.

(Posting title is from the poem A Lock of Her Hair by Robert Wrigley.)