Showing posts with label Rukatunturi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rukatunturi. Show all posts

Monday, August 7, 2017

So what if people stare

The photographs were taken at Ruka in Kuusamo on July 2nd.

This morning I rode the bicycle around the airport, getting 42 km of riding in two hours. When I came home I realized that some people are able to run the same distance in two hours.

(Posting title is from the poem The Toothless Wonder by Phil Bolsta.)

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Before take-off, before we find ourselves

The photographs were taken at Ruka on July 2nd, showing Rukatunturi hills. The white plastic covers hide piles of show, stored for the autumn for the beginning of the ski season.

One of the things which I like about London is the multitude of cultures living together, and the glimpses of enjoyment of life one can see on the streets.

In Finland there is much less of this happening, which is a pity, and I do hope things will improve. Immigration is important for many reasons, not only because of the economy which benefits of new people coming in. There are less and less children in Finland, so we need immigration to cope with the challenges of aging population. Also, because Finland has been isolated, there are unfortunately quite a lot of hereditary diseases, and widening the gene pool (so to speak) would be rather beneficial. I really don't understand the arguments of people who oppose these benefits.

(Posting title is from the poem Don't You Wonder, Sometimes? by Tracy K. Smith.)

Thursday, July 27, 2017

I can only describe to you

The photographs were taken on June 30th at Ruka in Kuusamo, climbing to the top of Rukatunturi hill.

This morning I managed to go through all the photographs taken so far this summer. With the iPhone SE I have taken 2,000 photographs, and I'm getting somewhat familiar with the results. Often they are quite good. The LX100 is a much better photographic tool, but I don't carry it with me when I go riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem A Poem for Record Players by John Wieners.)

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

All day he draws and imagines

The photographs were taken on the Rukatunturi hill in Kuusamo on June 29th.

This morning I rode the bicycle to Oittaa in Espoo, and found a route I hadn't realized was available for exploring.

(Posting title is from the poem Apparition of the Exile by Bruce Weigl.)