Thursday, January 18, 2018

Then can I drown an eye

The photographs were taken on December 9th.

Depth of snow is now 21 cm, and it feels like winter. I didn't commute by bicycle today, using the train instead. The weather forecast promises a little bit of new snow for tomorrow, but I'm planning to commute by bicycle anyway, hoping that the paths are okay for riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought by William Shakespeare.)

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

I have cleared this space for you, for you, for you

The photograph was taken on December 9th.

This afternoon it started to snow, and there was 4 cm of snow on the ground when I arrived home. It looks like winter.

My old lobster-style winter gloves don't keep the hands warm any more. They are over fours years old, so I guess that was to be expected. I ordered a new pair, of different type, size XXL, and I hope they fit. I don't understand the sizing of gloves, it seems that they are always smaller than they should be.

So far this year I have got 200 km riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem sweet reader, flanneled and tulled by Olena Kalytiak Davis.)

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Or should I say a dream

The photograph was taken on December 9th.

The weather has been cold, especially because of strong south wind from the sea which makes -7 °C feel much colder. I have been commuting by bicycle through the central park in Helsinki. Later this week we may get 10 cm of snow, and that may cause some difficulties for the commute.

(Posting title is from the poem Sweet Dreams by Joyce Armor.)

Monday, January 15, 2018

My body is powdery white and round

The photographs were taken in Vaakkoi on December 6th.

There was 16 hours of sunshine at Helsinki-Vantaa airport in December, 2017, and there were several places in Finland where the sun was always hidden behind clouds in daytime. A dark month indeed.

(Posting title is from the poem Floating Sweet Dumpling by Ho Xuan Huong.)

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Don’t worry about the environment

The photographs were taken in Vaakkoi on December 6th.

I got over 12 hours of exercise this week. I should take a rest day, but on the other hand the weather seems to be excellent for commuting by bicycle, at least until Thursday.

(Posting title is from the poem Sweet Virginia by Michael Robbins.)

Saturday, January 13, 2018

How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn!

The photographs were taken in Vaakkoi on December 6th.

In six day I have got 11 hours of exercise, half of it riding the bicycle and half walking. The length of day is 45 minutes longer than it was at the shortest, which feels good, even though it is still quite dark in the morning.

(Posting title is from the poem Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes by Charlotte Smith.)

Friday, January 12, 2018

Speak, and my eyes failed

The photograph was taken on December 5th.

Today I commuted by bicycle through the central park in Helsinki, which is nice because there are few people and no traffic lights. We had -6 °C in the morning and -3 °C in the afternoon.

(Posting title is from the poem The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot.)

Thursday, January 11, 2018

We will focus our attention on this gesture of walking

The photographs were taken on December 5th.

I commuted by bicycle today, riding through the central park in Helsinki. In the morning the temperature was -7 °C, in the afternoon -2 °C. I was wearing lobster-style gloves, but in the morning my hands got a bit cold. It may be that the gloves are starting to lose some of their insulating properties.

(Posting title is from the poem Walking Across a Field We Are Focused on at This Time Now by Sara Wintz.)

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

With some regard to what is just and right

The photograph was taken on December 5th. The handheld exposure was 1 second, and there is some blur, but it is not bad.

It seems that cold and dry weather will continue until next weekend. That is fine, even though it would be nice to have a little bit of snow to make the landscape less dark.

(Posting title is from the poem Paradise Lost: Book 12 by John Milton.)

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Just as no one can point to the source

The photographs were taken on December 4th at Pitkäkoski rapids by Vantaanjoki river in Helsinki.

I commuted by bicycle today. Because of the cold weather it was once again nice to ride across the central park in Helsinki. The paths were frozen solid, no mud at all. There was slippery ice in only some isolated spots.

During the last two weeks I did some long walks on hard surfaces using my hunting boots, and that was a mistake. My left heel has been hurting. Riding the bicycle is good exercise because it doesn't stress the heel at all. Thus the heel should be healing in no time.

(Posting title is from the poem Thetis’ Heel by Hester Knibbe.)

Monday, January 8, 2018

Reminding myself, all ends with what effects it will have

The photographs were taken on December 4th at the Haltiala nature protection area north of Paloheinä in Helsinki.

The weather is now rather like winter, temperature at -2 °C, and some sunshine to be expected during the day. There is even a little bit of snow in some places. I'm planning to go for a long walk in Sipoonkorpi national park.

(Posting title is from the poem in the general conservative cast by kari edwards.)

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Who is this rumpled lookalike who wears

The photographs were taken on December 4th at Paloheinä in Helsinki. While walking along the paths I got to 15 meters distance of two white-tailed deer, thanks to the meandering paths, but the photographs were blurry because it was so dark.

(Posting title is from the poem Cast Off by Belle Randall.)

Saturday, January 6, 2018

What season cannot locate an eye in the dark

The photographs were taken on December 3rd in Petikko.

This morning was wet, but it didn't rain when I went out walking. Yesterday I forgot to take the camera with me, but today I didn't make that mistake. There wasn't much that caught the eye, however.

(Posting title is from the poem What land have you cast from the blotted-out region of your face? by Sherwin Bitsui.)

Friday, January 5, 2018

He felt he was healing

The photographs were taken on December 2nd.

This morning I walked for two hours, going past a place where I fell ten years ago while riding the bicycle, breaking my wrist. I was asked what color I would like for the plaster cast, and I selected pink because I thought the children would like it. And thus I gave the welcome words in a seminar wearing a dark suit and tie with a pink plaster cast.

(Posting title is from the poem A Leg in a Plaster Cast by Muriel Rukeyser.)

Thursday, January 4, 2018

To earth and to stone

The photograph was taken on December 2nd.

The weather is still wet and rather warm, +2 °C. It is dark even after sunset because of the thick cloud cover. I did some walking this morning, and took photographs, but it was far from inspiring.

(Posting title is from the poem Charm for the Tooth-Ache by Philip Murray.)

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Pulsing near the foot of the interrogator

The photographs were taken on December 2nd.

This morning I walked for over 1 1/2 hours, going to the post office to fetch a package, containing new headphones. They seem to be quite ok, but of durability I can't of course say anything yet.

(Posting title is from the poem The Skyline of a Missing Tooth by Sherwin Bitsui.)

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Only what is hard enough to endure

The photographs were taken on December 2nd.

This morning I walked for two hours in Petikko. The snow from yesterday had melted away, and the amount of flooding in the ditches around the fields was remarkable. Some of the paths were icy and very slippery.

(Posting title is from the poem Gold Tooth by Sandra M. Gilbert.)

Monday, January 1, 2018

An eye for an eye

The photographs were taken on December 2nd.

We got some snow during the night, about 3 cm. Some of it may melt away, but there might be some more snowfall during the day. I'm planning to go for a walk, but at 8 am it is still almost 1 1/2 hours to sunrise.

(Posting title is from the poem name address date by Bernadette Mayer.)