Showing posts with label Malminkartano. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Malminkartano. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Close my eyes

The photographs were taken on March 30th.

(Posting title is from the poem Snake Song by J. Patrick Lewis.)

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

No no, here’s the key to it

The photographs were taken at Malminkartano hill in Helsinki on March 24th.

(Posting title is from the poem Snake by Dannie Abse.)

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

I was satisfied, so long as it wasn’t impossible

The photographs were taken on October 19th at Malminkartano hill in Helsinki.

(Posting title is from the poem Want by Gretchen Marquette.)

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

My point is that the line is fraudulent

The photographs were taken at Malminkartano hill in Helsinki on October 16th.

There were some local elections in the USA, and Trump and his minions lost bigly. Maybe people are waking up and/or behaving like adults?

(Posting title is from the poem Nothing Is Really Hard but to Be Real by John Ciardi.)

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

I like the sober colors—not the wet

The photographs were taken at Malminkartano hill in Helsinki on October 16th.

Temperature dropped below 0 °C during the night, and there were some icy spots on the road. To help those who walk, gravel has been spread in some places to cope with slippery conditions, but for riding the bicycle this is bad.

(Posting title is from the poem A Friendly Address by Thomas Hood.)

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

It would blow with the wind

I commuted by bicycle today, and was a bit tired afterwards, but I'm starting to recover faster from the exercise.

Today my two oldest daughters were on a course learning how to make kites. The instructor was a "kite guru", and I must admit the results were impressive. My daughters had several kites with them, two of them ready for flying.

After dinner we went to a hill in Malminkartano to try the kites. Climbing up the hill was a bit exhausting, but it was good to be up on the hill, and the wind was about right for these kites. I haven't played with kites in ages, but the old skills came soon back, how to position the kite properly for flying, how to control the kite and so on.

The daughters had a fine time flying the kites, and the varying wind was just right to pose a bit of a challenge.

(Posting title is from the poem Wind on the Hill by A. A. Milne.)

Friday, June 24, 2011

Views on a hill

We walked today up (and down) the hill at Malminkartano in Helsinki, which has a lot of things growing there. Here is a sample to enjoy.