The formalists present minutiae

Red

The photograph was taken by Ahvenisto lake on October 18th.

(Posting title is from the poem Schools by Paula Tatarunis.)

You are falling in the streets

Lake 1

Lake 2

The photographs were taken by Ahvenisto lake on October 18th.

(Posting title is from the poem Glow Flesh by Victor Hernández Cruz.)

Must have been, the great booming flashes of it

Lake 1

Lake 2

The photographs were taken by Ahvenisto lake on October 18th.

(Posting title is from the poem Dancing by Robert Hass.)

Everybody can see

View 1

View 2

View 3

The photographs were taken at Ahvenisto in Hämeenlinna on October 9th.

Today I commuted by bicycle through the central park in Helsinki. It was quiet both in the morning and in the afternoon, and only a few people were riding a bicycle. The paths were icy, but the studded winter tires provided a good grip.

(Posting title is from the song Locker Room Talk by Cold War Kids.)

You need not only silence but an entirely new life

Private

Wood

I managed to do what I have been planning to do for some time: I walked for 4 1/2 hours in the swamps and forests in Nuuksio.

I started from the parking lot at Siikaranta, and walked to the east end of Soidinsuo swamp, the biggest swamp in Nuuksio. I explored Soidinsuo from east to west, and started then to walk north, to lake Iso-Holmajärvi, visiting lakes Poro-Kolmoislampi, Ympyrkäinenlampi and Pitkä Saarijärvi on the way. I returned via another route, circling via lakes Ahvenisto, Mustalampi, Vähä-Romlampi, Kolmoislammit and Siikajärvi. All in all I walked about 20 km, maybe a bit more, going slow in the beginning, and faster when returning to Siikaranta.

It was great to be outdoors, and the weather was perfect for walking, about +1 °C in the morning, and +6 °C around noon. During the night the temperature had dropped below freezing, and there were frozen cranberries at Soidinsuo swamp. However, almost all of the frost had disappeared by the time I was walking there.

The photographs were taken a week ago in Vaakkoi.

(Posting title is from the poem The Atrophy of Private Life by Jennifer Moxley.)