The photographs were taken at Tahko on July 24th. I have still quite a few photographs waiting for processing, and perhaps a record number waiting to be used in postings.
(Posting title is from the poem Wide Receiver by Mark Halliday.)
Showing posts with label Nilsiä. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nilsiä. Show all posts
Thursday, August 13, 2015
I sense only open air all around me
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Whose page glows from the same dim
On July 24th I walked up and down the hills at Tahko. The paths were not well marked, and the boards and steps were in bad repair. However, the Huutavanholma nature conservation area was interesting to explore. There was occasional rain and lots of fog.
(Posting title is from the poem Billet-Doux by Chris Forhan.)
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
I hear a snap and a sound like falling rain
Apparently I got enough exercise during the vacation, as the bicycle commute to work felt easy today.
These photographs were taken on July 23rd at Tahko. It was rainy in the evening.
(Posting title is from the poem The Albatross by Kate Bass.)
Monday, August 10, 2015
Streaming through time, they see
Tomorrow I'm back to work, and there will be much less time to take photographs. But I do have quite a lot of photographs waiting.
These photographs were taken at Tahko, walking on the hill where the ski slopes are. Various things were to be found there. I have no idea what the boat was doing on top of the ski slope.
(Posting title is from the poem Glass-Bottom Boat by Elizabeth Spires.)
Sunday, August 9, 2015
The dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds
This morning I walked around lake Suolikas in Nuuksio. Looking at the map I estimated that it would take over two hours. When walking I lost the sense of time, and I was quite surprised that the walk had taken 3 h 15 min. The terrain was rugged. There were little nooks to explore, rocky hillsides to climb, and swamps to cross.
These photographs were taken on July 23rd at Tahko, in the middle of Finland, while walking up and down the hills with my daughter.
(Posting title is from the poem The Doubt of Future Foes by Queen Elizabeth I.)
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Their bodies will shiver with happiness
These photographs were taken on November 26th at Tahkovuori resort in Nilsiä, where we spent the first night of our travel. It was raining when we arrived, the temperature was about +4 °C. Walkways and paths were mostly covered by ice or tightly packed icy snow, so you had to be rather careful when walking. It was also quite dark, despite all the light pollution coming from the downhill skiing slopes.
I went for a walk to ease off some of the tension cause by the long car drive, taking photographs of the dark landscape. I walked extra carefully to avoid falling down.
A group of young men were also outside walking, with shoes that were not intended for such use, and one of them kept on slipping and falling in the darkness of a path by the shore, the others commenting this loudly, all of them being in a rather boisterous mood.
I slipped badly from my vegetarian choice of food during the vacation. Well, I'm not really a vegetarian, mostly I'm on a mixed diet, but when there is a choice I usually select the vegetarian one. Hotel breakfasts are usually easy in this regards, but roadside restaurants in the northern parts of Finland don't often offer much choice.
I still remember the time I had a vegetarian pasta which was basically thawed vegetables (that tasted as if they had been thawed a couple of times before) with some macaroni and a bit of oil on top, the dish served at a temperature in which thaw hadn't yet advanced very far.
Well, this time it wasn't quite that bad. At one roadside restaurant there was a great surprise, mushroom-stuffed cabbage rolls with lingonberry jam, and this tasted wonderful. But I resorted to meat dishes several times. Maybe this is also why my weight has gone up 2 kg during the vacation, despite getting quite a lot of exercise. Or then the reason is eating all those sweets.
(Posting title is from the poem If Feeling Isn't In It by John Brehm.)
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