You might imagine scraps

Ice 1

Ice 2

Ice 3

The photographs were taken on December 23rd in Luukki.

We are getting more snow, and the landscape is very different from photographs taken two weeks ago. I walked for two hours, and shoveled snow for half an hour.

Recently I have been exploring a little forest which for some strange reason I hadn't found earlier. The size of the area is 1.5 km times 0.6 km, and there are lots of little paths across the hills and swamps inside the forest. I'm finding new routes every time I visit the forest, and because part of the forest is very dense (belonging to a nature protection area), I have even managed to get lost a few times, which feels good.

(Posting title is from the poem The Diving Apprentices by Christopher Middleton.)

In a certain light, changing nothing, but touching

Snow 1

Snow 2

Snow 3

Snow 4

The photographs were taken in Luukki on February 6th and 7th.

(Posting title is from the poem City Elegies by Robert Pinsky.)

And you realize how that image

Luukki 1

Luukki 2

Luukki 3

Luukki 4

Luukki 5

The photographs were taken in Luukki on December 20th.

This morning I walked for two hours at Pirttimäki. At lake Sorlampi there were tracks across the lake so I took a shortcut. The ice is thick enough already, except in places where there is moving water.

I had some problems with the LX100 camera, due to batteries freezing and the lens not extending. I had to warm up the batteries inside a glove. It was -21 °C, and the wind made it feel colder.

(Posting title is from the poem Conversation by Ai.)

Is to look for sizeable flotsam

Lake 1

Lake 2

Lake 3

Lake 4

Lake 5

Lake 6

These photographs were taken in Luukki on November 28th. I returned to Luukki today. Lakes and swamps were flooding as there has been a lot of rain recently. I met some dogs and their companions.

The average highest daily temperature for this time of the year is 0 °C. Today we are having +10 °C. It may even be that there will be a new record for December. The previous all-time record for December is +11 °C, and we got that this year in the beginning of the month.

(Posting title is from the poem Ira Will Not Be Attending the Meeting by Jordan Davis.)

Already you see I have escaped from you

Forest 1

Forest 2

Forest 3

Forest 4

Forest 5

Forest 6

These photographs were taken in Luukki on July 3rd. Today is a cool day, +12 °C in the morning, +15 °C in the afternoon, and some rain in the forecast. I have done quite a lot of walking this week, a total of 12 hours, but today I might do something different.

(Posting title is from the poem Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand by Walt Whitman.)

And ready to shoot, but his lens can't catch them all

Wet 1

Wet 2

Wet 3

Wet 4

Wet 5

On February 21st I went for a walk in Nuuksio with my daughter, walking around lake Hauklampi. It was a wet day, snow was melting, but on the other hand it wasn't crowded even at the parking place near the Hauklampi information center.

(Posting title is from the poem The Crowd He Becomes by Jake Adam York.)

Walking the forest I have seen

Lake 1

Lake 2

Lake 3

Lake 4

Lake 5

On January 25th I walked around lake Vääräjärvi in Luukki. There was fresh snow painting the trees white.

Yesterday the weather started warming up, then it was -13 °C and now we have -2 °C. Some snowfall is in the weather forecast for the night, and for tomorrow +3 °C is promised.

Today I walked with my daughter around lake Hauklampi in Luukki, and it was quite slippery as the paths had frozen to ice.

(Posting title is from the poem Hawk by Wendy Videlock.)

I was of three minds

Lake 1

Lake 2

Lake 3

These photographs were taken after sunset in Luukki on December 21st. Luckily I have a lot of photographs waiting for postings, as for several days I haven't been able to take any. Last night was especially bad with the flu, I couldn't sleep because of various aches and coughing.

(Posting title is from the poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens.)

The fringe of the curtain

Lake 1

Lake 2

On December 21st I walked with my daughter in Luukki, around lake Hauklampi. There was some snow on the ground, and a little bit of ice on the lake.

I have taken it easy today, hoping that the flu would be passing soon. But I'm not feeling any better, quite the opposite.

(Posting title is from the poem Openin’ Night by Shel Silverstein.)

But here I am with my shovel

Lake 1

Lake 2

Lake 3

We got over 5 cm of snow during the night, and I shoveled snow for an hour early this morning. It was wet and heavy snow. The landscape looks different, and I'm planning to go for a walk when the sun comes up. These photographs were taken a week ago in Luukki, we had a little bit of snow then also.

(Posting title is from the poem Lives of the Poets by Kim Addonizio.)

You might as well live

Hauklampi 1

Hauklampi 2

I didn't go for a walk during the weekend, feeling too tired. Well, that is not quite right, I did go for a walk, but not to forests and swamps, but to nearby playgrounds with my daughter. There was plenty of things to see (especially bugs), and I took quite a few photographs, but they are still waiting for processing.

I commuted by bicycle today. I'm trying out magnesium supplement to help with muscle cramps, and so far so good.

The photographs were taken at lake Hauklampi in Luukki on May 29th.

(Posting title is from the poem Resumé by Dorothy Parker.)

Say while we walk north on the right hand side

Ditch

Lake

Reflect

Ice

On February 23rd I went for a walk in Luukki, walking past Myllyjärvi towards Revonkorpi, and then west, coming back via Hauklampi. A lot of melting was going on.

I'll be traveling on Tuesday, and there may be a pause in the postings here.

(Posting title is from the poem The Name by Gerald Stern.)

The map of the world is an orphanage

Water

Flow 1

Flow 2

Flow 3

Hauklampi

On February 20th there was a little bit of fresh snow on the ground, and I walked for two hours in the north parts of Luukki, south of lake Saarijärvi. The fresh snow painted the ground evenly white, but this look lasted only a little while. There were no tracks made by other people since the showfall in the forest, so I felt that this was fresh territory to explore.

Today I have been thinking about the situation in Ukraine, but one should be a psychiatrist to make sense of what is being planned.

(Posting title is from the poem The Map of the World Confused with Its Territory by Susan Stewart.)