Showing posts with label M/S Gabriella. Show all posts
Showing posts with label M/S Gabriella. Show all posts

Monday, September 29, 2014

And first with nicest skill and art

Last week I got over eight hours of exercise, half of it during the weekend, walking in forests and swamps. This weeks looks good for commuting by bicycle, although it is getting colder.

I went ahead an pre-ordered the Panasonic LX100. It is not cheap, 1000 euros here in Finland, and I debated the wisdom of the purchase for quite some time. And now I might have time to regret it, as the camera will be shipped in late October or November. But I'm really missing the feeling of having a real camera in my hands while walking. In fact, it seems that I don't know what to do with my hands as if something has been cut away.

My first digital camera was Canon Digital IXUS 400, which cost well almost 600 euros. That camera broke when the lens cover got stuck. Then I had the Panasonic LX3 and the Panasonic LX5. And now I'm getting the new Panasonic, and I hope it will be as good in the hand as the LX3 and the LX5 were.

(Posting title is from the poem The Building of the Ship by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.)

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Imagination can create a sense of peril where

Today I has been 20 years since M/S Estonia sank into the Baltic Sea. The newspapers in Finland have published a lot of articles about this. It was a tragic event indeed, costing 852 lives.

The photographs were taken on M/S Gabriella on September 19th, on the way to Stockholm.

Yesterday I walked for two hours in Sipoonkorpi National Park. The parking place at Byabäcken nature trail near Hindsby was full of cars, but luckily one was just leaving when I arrived. Usually the place has been much more quiet.

I walked south to Mordmossarna swamp, and then walked along the swamp southwest to the border of the National Park. Then I circled back to the parking place following the border towards east and north, along the stream that flows there. It was quiet, and I didn't meet anyone on the way back.

Also, I didn't get any deer fly this time. Maybe the cold nights or the rain has made them scarce.

(Posting title is from the poem Lines from the Reports of the Investigative Committees by Joel Brouwer.)

Saturday, September 27, 2014

What did you see?

I'm hoping to have time to go for a long walk today in swamps. We had a storm during the night, and lots of rain, which should have filled the swamps.

The photographs show sea scenery near Helsinki.

(Posting title is from the poem Some Questions about the Storm by Hilda Raz.)

Friday, September 26, 2014

It didn’t happen in that order

Photographs taken on M/S Gabriella on September 19th.

(Posting title is from the poem Balloon by John Kinsella.)

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Making a noise bigger than the house

These photographs were taken on September 19th on M/S Gabriella, leaving Helsinki to Stockholm. I'm not really fond of cruise ships, having spent a lot of time on them, but this trip was fine, traveling together with the children.

It rained a lot during the night and in the morning, flooding the streets, and I got completely soaked when commuting by bicycle, so that the clothes were still somewhat wet when I rode back home. But it felt good nevertheless.

(Posting title is from the poem The Wheel by Vinda Karandikar.)

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

And every wave is charmed

Yesterday I wrote that I didn't remember where the photograph was taken, that is, which lake in Nuuksio was shown in the photograph. Well, I forgot also that the photograph was taken with the Nokia E7, and it puts the location data into the photographs. So riddle solved: the photograph was taken at lake Iso Majaslampi.

Here you see two photographs taken on September 19th on the cruise ship M/S Gabriella from Helsinki to Stockholm. And the location can be seen at Flickr. I'm not quite sure whether I like the fact that the E7 puts this information into the photographs. A drawback may be that the battery runs out really fast when you take photographs with the phone.

(Posting title is from the poem Terminus by Ralph Waldo Emerson.)