No one can afford

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The photographs were taken on August 4th.

(Posting title is from the poem If You're So Smart, Why Ain't You Rich? by Philip Whalen.)

Stare back at the grounds

Kivistö 1

Kivistö 2

The photographs were taken at Kivistö on July 9th.

As I wrote here earlier, my LX100 (bought in October 2014) got worn out after 115,000 photographs taken with it. It developed a serious dust problem, among other signs of wear and tear:

• the control wheel in the back was either unresponsive or sometimes activated by itself, and the middle button was often unreliable
  
• the zoom switch was unresponsive
  
• the lens got stuck (didn't retract properly or refused to extend properly), generating a "zoom error", this could be fixed by pressing the lens back towards the camera (sometimes quite a bit of force was needed)
  

All in all I have taken over half a million photographs with Panasonic compact cameras. In addition to the 115,00 photographs taken with the LX100, I took 203,000 photographs with the Panasonic LX3 (it broke in a thunderstorm), and 186,000 photographs with the LX5.

With the LX5 there were similar problems as with the LX100 (the control wheel stopped responding), so this wasn't quite so surprising. The LX3 was really something in terms of durability, it had no problems at all until the thunderstorm where it got completely soaked.

It remains to be seen how well the new LX100 lasts.

Today I printed the first photograph with the new printer, Epson XP-760. The photograph was a family snapshot, printed on Premium Plus photo paper, and the result was much better than with my old HP printer. But I do so little printing these days that it may not matter much, though.

(Posting title is from the poem The Admiral Benbow by James McMichael.)

A slight turn to my eyes?

Kivistö 1

Kivistö 2

Kivistö 3

This morning I rode the bicycle for 1 1/2 hours, riding through Petikko to Keimola, and returning via Kivistö. The photographs above were taken at Kivistö train station on June 24th.

In six days I have got 11 1/2 hours of exercise. Maybe I should take a rest day.

(Posting title is from the poem Indigenous Elvis at the Airport by Heid E. Erdrich.)