Showing posts with label Salla. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Salla. Show all posts

Thursday, August 3, 2017

All day he draws and imagines

The photographs were taken on July 1st while visiting the Sallatunturi fells in Salla, Lapland.

While traveling to London with the children I have got three to five hours of walking each day. In six days I learned Kensington Gardens, Hyde Park and Holland Park quite well.

One thing which felt a bit strange was the people who rode the bicycle within the car traffic, changing lanes rapidly, not even minding the wet road surface making it slippery. I wonder how many traffic accidents hit the cyclists each year.

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

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

The two absent ones: you and I

The photograph was taken on July 1st while visiting the Sallatunturi fells in Salla, Lapland.

I have explored the parks in London. Today morning I visited Holland Park, having a look at Kyoto Garden. This is a place I really liked. After noon it started to rain, and this will continue for some time. I guess it might be worthwhile to take a walk when the rain eases a bit.

(Posting title is from the poem The Horse Fell Off the Poem by Mahmoud Darwish.)

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Praise the great windows where immigrants from the kitchen

The photographs were taken on July 1st while visiting the Sallatunturi fells in Salla, Lapland.

Once again I walked around Hyde Park in the morning, looking at riders, runners, cyclists and other walkers. At noon we explored Kensington Gardens. Later today there are Harry Potter things to see.

(Posting title is from the poem Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100 by Martín Espada.)

Monday, July 31, 2017

How many reels exhaust the image history of the person

The photographs were taken on July 1st while visiting the Sallatunturi fells in Salla, Lapland.

Early this morning I had a look at horse riding at Rotten Row, getting 1 1/2 hours of walking. Then we went to London Zoo, checking out especially the reptiles. Some of them reminded me of Trump and his minions. No, not really, it is unfair to compare reptiles with the awfullness of the Orange One.

(Posting title is from the poem “I Came Out of Habitations Where Warmth Filled My Feet and Loins” by Calvin Bedient.)

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Would expose the holes in the soles of his shoes

The photographs were taken on July 1st while visiting the Sallatunturi fells in Salla, Lapland.

Today I got quite a lot on walking in London, early in the morning at Hyde park, and later on visiting Sea Life aquarium, and King's Cross (Harry Potter stuff, of course). Two batteries of the LX100 were exhausted in the process.

(Posting title is from the poem What is this about losing respect? by Mark Rudman.)

Saturday, July 29, 2017

When we embrace, we are not an island

The photographs were taken on July 1st while visiting the Sallatunturi fells in Salla, Lapland.

I'm currently in London, traveling with the children. We did some shopping and sightseeing. I plan to take some photographs later today.

(Posting title is from the poem Confluence by Yusef Komunyakaa.)

Friday, July 28, 2017

Images of what might be

The photographs were taken on July 1st while visiting the Sallatunturi fells in Salla, Lapland.

I'll be traveling the next few days, to London, so there may be a break in the postings here. But I'll take a lot of photographs, so there will be plenty of material to go through later on.

(Posting title is from the poem Carnal by Jocelyn Saidenberg.)

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Notes from the lark I’ll borrow

I'm still posting photographs from the trip to Salla. I haven't taken many photographs since returning home, due to all kinds of busyness, so I hope you are not getting bored yet with pictures of Lapland.

Today I went to the tire shop to have the broken bolt fixed, and later today I'll look into what additional repairs should be done on the car. I think I should have it washed also, it got quite dirty during the trip.

I have read quite a lot of books during the summer, all kinds of books from light comics to rather serious novels. I must say that the library system we have in Finland and here in the Helsinki region works admirably.

Now there is a pilot phase of a self-service book reservation system, during which there is no fee for reserving an item from the library. Well, the fee was only 0.50 euro, but still, not having to pay for reserving something from the library is quite nice, as I'm a heavy user of the service. Since April, 2008, I have borrowed 2531 items from the library, most of them through reservations. Right now I have 39 items borrowed (the max is 40), and 20 reservations (the max is 30).

Update: I haven't written about new cameras for a long time, but the appearance of the Panasonic GX7 got me interested. Although, when I think of the size and weight, my LX5 feels still quite attractive.

(Posting title is from the poem Love's Good-Morrow by Thomas Heywood.)

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I’d love to be the silk-shimmer

My vacation is nearing the end, and I have been busy with various chores and things to do. Today I went to a shop to get new summer tires for my car. A pair of tires were finished. Two years ago I bough already one pair of new summer tires.

But there was a misshap at the shop, or actually two mishaps.

One of the bolts broke when a tire was being changed, and I need to go back to the shop to have a new bolt installed when the part arrives there. Also, the shop installed four new tires instead of two which I bought, and when I remarked about this, the shop de-installed the other new pair and put the old (but relatively new) pair of tires back. Well, this took some extra time, but at least I got also these tires balanced while the error was fixed.

Also, I'm currently in discussions with a seller of a MacBook battery that wasn't what I needed, cancelling the order. The seller promised to refund the money at Paypal, but so far I haven't seen any refund there. I'm discussing the topic further with the seller.

Also, I need to get my bicycle fixed, once again, and the car needs some repairs as well (not tire-related). I went today to a nearby garage, and the repairman was rather helpful, but he was booked until the end of next week, so this will also take some time. My car is now 13 years old, and I have been thinking about buying a new (or newer) one, but when I had a look at the financial reasoning, it isn't really worthwhile, as I'm using the car so little. The old one (with occasional repairs) should be ok for some years still.

The photographs are from the trip to Salla in Lapland, such ones which didn't get included in the photo book Climbing hills and fells: Vuokatinvaara and Sallatunturit. See the Scribd version or the Blurb version, if you haven't already.

Update: Oh well, I forgot that I tried making an ebook out of the photo book as well, to be viewed in the iPad. You can get the ebook version free of charge here, but Blurb insists on logging in to their store before you can get the ebook.

However, I don't think this version of the photo book is of great value, downloading the PDF version from Scribd is probably a better alternative. And paying extra to Blurb for making and publishing the ebook version wasn't really worth it, but at least I know now how this system works.

(Posting title is from the poem Hum for the Bolt by Jamaal May.)

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Now such a feeling for the way they touch and shift

Here are some photographs which didn't make the cut into the photo book of the trip to Salla, Lapland, titled Climbing hills and fells: Vuokatinvaara and Sallatunturit. See the Scribd version or the Blurb version.

I wrote about the book-making project in five installments: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5.

In retrospect I should have paid more attention to what I was doing, but there was so much other things going on that my attention wasn't quite focused on the task. And thus I needed to iterate a bit more, which resulted in mistakes, which required extra work, etc. But in the end I'm rather pleased with the results, with the errors and all. It is a bit too simplistic as a book, the layout could have been much more creative, but I'm happy with it as it is now.

And having a printed book always feels good. Last year I didn't make any, so it was time to refresh the skills a bit.

(Posting title is from the poem Cut Out For It by Kay Ryan.)

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Paper eight paper eight or, paper eight ore white

I have now processed the photographs from the trip to Salla in Lapland. Next I should start planning how the photo book could look like. One of the questions is whether I should focus on the "wild" aspect of nature, and how much should I include the human factor, as there really isn't a completely wild environment any more, even in Lapland. So, what kind of dish should I be serving?

I was less strict about culling the photographs than I'm usually. I saved 439 photographs from the trip, which is 15 % of all, much more than my usual 5-10%. I thought that I should have some reserve material for the photo book, and some of the photographs which I would usually have deleted could work in a book even though not as individual photographs. I also preserved more duplicates than usually, slightly different views of the same subject, as I wasn't sure which one would work best in a book.

I have uploaded most of the photographs to Flickr, which I'm using as a backup service, in addition to the Time Machine backup I have on the iMac. I'm planning to use Aperture to make the original selection of photographs for the chapters of the book, and to explore what kind of book would be possible to get out of these photographs. For layout, I'm planning to use Pages, even though there nowadays are very good (easier and/or more professional) alternatives. And for a printed version I'm once again planning to use the BookSmart software from Blurb. I hope it works as well as it used to.

The process I'm planning to use is to some degree documented in the blog page on making photo books.

(Posting title is from the poem Yet Dish by Gertrude Stein.)

Friday, July 26, 2013

Laundry of that lovely absurd summer we wanted so

While going through the photographs from the memory cards I realized there were some taken before the trip to Lapland. These were taken at Petikko on July 16th, the day before we started the journey northwards.

I'm thinking that perhaps I should make a photo book from the photographs from the trip to northern Finland, using the same process and format as in my SoFoBoMo photo books. It would require a bit of extra effort, but having a printed book in hand would be nice, and of course there would be an on-line (PDF etc.) version as well.

But what would be a good title for the book? "Up north and up hills - Vuokatinvaara and Sallatunturit" would be a possibility. Or just "Walking up hills in northern Finland". I think I would focus on the photographs taken while walking at the hills of Vuokatinvaara, and those taken at the hills of Sallatunturit. However, maybe the book could contain some of the other photographs from the trip as well, but I'm not sure how they would fit the theme.

I have so far gone through about 1/3 of the photographs, but there is still plenty to go through. After this phase I should be able to decide whether to try making a photo book or not.

(Posting title is from the poem O. by Robin Blaser.)

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Part of your image was linked so closely to my desire

I visited two new lakes on July 10th, lake Tuhkuri and lake Kalatoin, while eating blueberries and some cloudberries. I did a search with these lake names, and found a research article titled "Timing of sexual reproduction in chydorid cladocerans (Anomopoda, Chydoridae) from nine lakes in southern Finland". Apparently these lakes at Vaakkoi are interesting subjects for research.

While on vacation here in Salla, Lapland, it has been really cool weather, but today it should start warming up. Nights have been down to +5 °C and day temperature +10...14 °C. We have spent time at the cottage by a lake near Sallatunturi fells, rowed a boat on the lake, and walked the paths nearby.

On Monday I walked 12 km, which took almost three hours, the longest walk so far. And even though I thought beforehand that mosquitoes would be a problem, they haven't been, I have got only one or two bites. The cold and windy weather may have slowed their activities. I haven't seen many insects otherwise either, except for ants which are busy indeed.

In the evening I went to the lake with my daughter in a rowing boat. The wind was a bit stronger than earlier, but with some care it was quite easy to row to the other end of the lake and back. We even circled the little island in the other end, going under the small walking bridge which connects it to the shore.

(Posting title is from the poem Forms of Politeness by Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge.)

Monday, July 22, 2013

And seeing it asleep, so fled away

There are a lot of blue beauties this summer, and they are perfect subjects for photographs. These were found in Vaakkoi on July 10th.

At Salla in Lapland I climbed on Sunday to the top of the bigger of the Salla hills with my daughters. We took it slow, had picnic up on top of the hill, and looked at the scenery and at the plants that grow up on the rocky hilltop.

There were more people than on Saturday visiting the hill, about ten people in all, which isn't that much when you consider how beautiful this place is. But Salla isn't quite so well-known, or so much advertised, as many other villages and resorts in Lapland.

I have taken about 2200 photographs so far during the trip, but I don't have tools to prepare postings with the photographs, so they have to wait until I'm back home.

(Posting title is from the poem On a Dream by John Keats.)

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Wouldn’t she love this one

I took these photographs in Vaakkoi on July 10th, which was a rainy day. I ate a lot of blueberries, and explored parts of Vaakkoi where I had not been before.

Here follows some reporting from our trip in Lapland, where the landscape is much more sparse, and the short summer is moving towards autumn.

On Saturday morning I did some rowing with my daughter in a boat on the lake by the Salla hills. It was very quiet, only a little wind, and the rain had ceased by morning.

On Saturday evening I walked around in the forests between the two Salla hills, the small and the bigger one, and found a walking path to the top of the bigger one. And of course I walked up the path, to the top of the hill, where there is a small observation tower.

Lower down where the ground was wet there were a few mosquitoes, but for some reason they seemed to be of a less aggressive variety than what we have in the south, so they were not a problem.

It was very quiet on the path. When I returned back down I met one dog bringing two humans with him, and that was all. The path was in excellent condition. I had rubber boots on, but it would have been all right to use running shoes. All in all the walk took about 2 1/2 hours, plenty of exercise for one day.

(Posting title is from the poem Beech Forest by Stephen Sandy.)

Saturday, July 20, 2013

She does not practice in this age of light

Birds, they seem to be everywhere if one looks carefully enough.

Posting title is from the poem The Sandstone Bird (1836). See here for background about the poem and its writer, geologist Edward Hitchcock. Here are some words written about him:

A man of religion, a man of science; in both, a docile student and an expert teacher; in both, enthusiastic and self-sacrificing; in both, gentle, persuasive, affectionate, sympathetic; in both, shackled by traditions which he both feared and hated to break, yet vigorously holding up his shackles and keeping abreast and in some respects ahead of the advancing age.

Such was Edward Hitchcock, one of the fathers of American Geology, and one who continued to the close of a long life to be an original investigator. A man of ardent fancy, impulsive, curious, and credulous; docile and teachable beyond any adult man of science I ever knew; modest to a marvel; yet, with all this, a man of sufficient self-reliance and determination for the most important practices of life, patient of difficulties, persevering and industrious for final success in any undertaking, sound in judgment, and disciplined in temper, a friend to all, and the friend of all, his whole career laid claims to eminence […]

Update: For a couple of days, we will be exploring the forests and hills at Salla in Lapland. In the cottage we are staying there are thick dark curtains in the windows, probably to help to get sleep. The length of day is today 20 h 58 min. Sunset is at 23:39 and sunrise at 02:41.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Who are saved, but die in dreams

Here are some landscape photographs taken at Korkeasaari Zoo on July 9th.

Yesterday we spent 2 1/2 hours at Katinkulta Spa at Vuokatti, because children wanted to go swimming. Outside it was +14 °C, which was too cool for swimming although warmer than day before yesterday when it was +10 °C. But inside Katinkulta spa we had it nice and warm.

Today we are traveling to Salla, which is north of the arctic circle (at 66°50′N). The weather will be rather cold, between +7 and +14 °C. But I think we'll find things to do nevertheless. On the way to Salla we plan to visit Hiisijärvi, "Goblin lake" (see here in Finnish). I found a description of the place in English, here is a quote:

Sands of Hiisijärvi date back to 1761 when farmers of Hiisijärvi village determined to lower the level of the Lake Hiisijärvi in order to get the meadows in the bank area under cultivation. They dug only a small ditch through the sandy ridge. The purpose of the ditch was to lower the level of the Lake Hiisijärvi by allowing the water to gradually run into the Pond Tenkalampi which located a bit farther down.

Unfortunately, the water flow caused ridge erosion, and since the pond was much lower than the lake, the free-flowing water stream could not be controlled. During heavy spring flooding the water flows ploughed through creating a deep outlet, thus lowering the level of the Lake Hiisijärvi as much as 14 meters.

The catastrophic flood forced its way to the Lake Pyhäntäjärvi destroying buildings and constructions located on the lakeside. From the Pyhäntäjärvi the floodwaters tumbled along the River Kiehimäjoki to the Lake Oulujärvi, where the signs of the flood catastrophy can still be seen. If the draining of the lake Hiisijärvi had not got out of the farmers' hands, the beach called Kainuun Riviera (the Riviera of Kainuu) had never been born.

Also, my two-hour walk up and down the hills at Vuokatti didn't go without aftereffects. I noticed later that my running shoes had got torn, and there were two big holes, one in each shoe. Well, they were quite old shoes, and while they fit my feet perfectly, it was time to get new ones.

So I shopped for new shoes at Kajaani, in the biggest shop there is, but it turned out that there was only one pair of shoes that fit my feet, European size 47 1/2, US size 12 1/2. There was a discount sale, so it got the shoes cheaply, and they did fit my feet well, almost as well as the old ones which had molded to my feet ages ago. The only drawback with the new shoes is the color. The old ones were gray, with some darker gray patches, but the new ones are bright red, with some pink highlights.

I thought that the children would be delighted by the color of the shoes, but even they said that the color is terrible. Well, what can one do where there was only one pair that fits the feet. So, if you see today someone with red shoes, size 47 1/2, walking at Hiisijärvi, that someone almost certainly is me.

Posting title is from the poem American Incognito by David Gewanter. I searched for a poem with the word "mammoth" in it (cf. the first photograph), and found this poem, and even though there is little common with the poem and these photographs, I liked (or maybe "was shocked by" would be more accurate) the poem so much that I'm using it for the title.

Update: I noticed that today is the day when the World Championship in Swamp Soccer starts at Hyrynsalmi, which is right along our drive to Salla. But I think I'll pass this one, although the weather should be fine for Swamp Soccer, as it is raining. Wikipedia offers some info on this.