The photograph was taken at lake Mustalampi south of Luukki on December 26th.
It started to snow today. During the night we may get 5-8 cm of snow, which means that commuting by bicycle could be challenging tomorrow.
(Posting title is from the poem Home Burial by Robert Frost.)
The photographs were taken in Nuuksio on July 1st.
Yesterday I did quite a lot of walking, and some swimming. I expect to see a lot of lakes and plenty of forest today.
(Posting title is from the poem Wild Turkey in the Rain by Ben Howard.)
The photographs were taken on December 20th at Luukki.
This morning I walked for two hours at Tremanskärr. There was a little bit new snow. It was cold, -15 °C. The sky was blue, and lots of deep hues before sunrise.
In the afternoon I did two hours of shopping with the children. That was much more exhausting that walking across forests and swamps. The mall was packed full of people due to discount sales.
(Posting title is from the poem Jazz Station by Michael S. Harper.)
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.)
Today I walked for almost three hours in the south parts of Luukki. It used to be so that I started to get tired after one hour of walking in the woods, but these days walking starts to feel fine after half an hour, and after two hours I'm getting only a little tired, in a positive way.
Recently I have been exploring the unfamiliar corners of forests in Petikko, Luukki and Nuuksio, places away from the wide marked paths, using map and compass for orienteering.
On Thursday I walked to lake Lillträsk and lake Igelträsk south of lake Kaitalampi in Luukki, where I hadn't been before. Today I started at lake Myllyjärvi near Pirttimäki, and walked towards north, visiting four lakes I haven't seen before - Mustalampi, Sorvalampi, Häkläjärvi and Hepolampi - and going all the way to lake Igelträsk.
The photographs were taken on July 7th.
(Posting title is from the poem Apiary 40 by Carol Frost.)
Here are some views from north parts of Nuuksio, lakes Sarkkinen, Suolikas and Mustalampi. I hadn't visited lake Mustalampi before. I crossed lake Suolikas even though I had doubts about the strength of the ice, and in retrospect that wasn't so good idea, as the ice started to make sounds of breaking when I got near the other shore. I circled backwards a bit to get to the shore.
(Posting title is from the poem Arrow Breaking Apart by Jason Shinder.)
I managed to do what I have been planning to do for some time: I walked for 4 1/2 hours in the swamps and forests in Nuuksio.
I started from the parking lot at Siikaranta, and walked to the east end of Soidinsuo swamp, the biggest swamp in Nuuksio. I explored Soidinsuo from east to west, and started then to walk north, to lake Iso-Holmajärvi, visiting lakes Poro-Kolmoislampi, Ympyrkäinenlampi and Pitkä Saarijärvi on the way. I returned via another route, circling via lakes Ahvenisto, Mustalampi, Vähä-Romlampi, Kolmoislammit and Siikajärvi. All in all I walked about 20 km, maybe a bit more, going slow in the beginning, and faster when returning to Siikaranta.
It was great to be outdoors, and the weather was perfect for walking, about +1 °C in the morning, and +6 °C around noon. During the night the temperature had dropped below freezing, and there were frozen cranberries at Soidinsuo swamp. However, almost all of the frost had disappeared by the time I was walking there.
The photographs were taken a week ago in Vaakkoi.
(Posting title is from the poem The Atrophy of Private Life by Jennifer Moxley.)
I have still hundreds of photographs to be processed, but at least I managed to go through the photographs from Friday, when I walked for 3 hours 45 minutes in the north part of Nuuksio wilderness, from lake Saarijärvi past lake Suolikas to lake Ruuhijärvi.
In fact, I visited ten lakes in all, in this order: Saarijärvi, Sarkkinen, Suolikas, Mustalampi (a.k.a Pöksynhaara), Valkealampi, Kakarlampi, Ruuhijärvi, Pikku Pöksynhaara, Iso Majaslampi, and Pieni Majaslampi. Of these ten lakes I visited seven for the first time ever.
There were a lot of new things to discover, and the terrain was variable, from wet swamps to rocky hills to dense forests. My orienteering skills have improved quite a lot, and I managed to stay on the map. Sometimes I even surprised myself with map-reading skills, finding the way even in rather delicately shaped terrain.
Here are photographs from the first half of the walk, from lake Saarijärvi to lake Ruuhijärvi. One of the photographs shows a small island, but the name on the map is Isosaari, "Big Island". Whoever has named the place has a sense of humor. Perhaps the same person may have given the name to lake Pikku Pöksynhaara? (The translation into English is left as an exercise.)
At lake Ruuhijärvi there were a lot of frogs wrestling in the water, engaged in their spring rituals. Some of the clumps of frogs were submerged for minutes and minutes, and I was wondering that they don't drown when staying under water for such a long time.
(Posting title is from the poem Wrestling by Louisa S. Bevington.)
On Saturday I went with my oldest daughter for a walk in the Nuuksio wilderness. Well, it isn't really wilderness, especially near the parking place and cottages at lake Haukkalampi, where we started from, but the scenery certainly is enjoyable.
We started about one hour before sunset, and returned to the car after sunset when it was getting dark. We walked a couple of the shorter routes, going along lake Haukkalampi, then to lake Mustalampi and returning via lake Valklampi.
There were only a couple of cars at the parking place then, quite a difference from the situation in summer with dozens of cars and several tourist buses.
(Posting title is from the poem Of the Last Verses in the Book by Edmund Waller.)
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