Sometimes when you are tired the mind makes unexpected interpretations. I took some photographs of a fly on a catkin, and then there was also a photograph of a dry old tree, and for some reason my brain thought that there is a giant fly hanging from the top of the tree. Strange, isn't it?
(Posting title is from the poem Pathetic Fallacies Are Bad Science But by Marie Ponsot.)
I have got about nine hours of exercise so far this week, six hours riding the bicycle and three hours walking. I felt a bit tired after commuting by bicycle on Tuesday and Wednesday, but today I felt good.
These photographs were taken in the forests near lake Munkträsk. This isn't a place I would recommend visiting, as there has been a lot of logging going on in the forests, including clearcutting.
(Posting title is from the poem cutting greens by Lucille Clifton.)
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