When we left Stockholm on September 21st, thick clouds gathered on the sky. In the evening at sea there was thunder and lightning, but fortunately the wind stayed moderate, so the ship was quite stable. Quite a way to start the way back to Finland.
(Posting title is from the poem Love Me Little, Love Me Long.)
I have still some photographs from Stockholm to be posted. In fact, I'm getting used to the look of photographs taken with the Nokia E7. Even though it really isn't a camera to enjoy using, in some situations it works well enough.
It is getting colder, and today while commuting home by bicycle, there were some snowflakes falling. It starts to be winter, but I haven't yet thought about installing the studded tires to the bicycle. Last year I did that in the middle of November.
(Posting title is from the poem Makeup on Empty Space by Anne Waldman.)
This photograph of bicycles was taken in Stockholm on September 21st. There were all kinds of things going on, to such a degree that the youngest daughter declared: "The Swedish are crazy."
(Posting title is from the poem Essay on Psychiatrists by Robert Pinsky.)
In Sweden near Stockholm there is an intense search for ‘foreign underwater activity’, whatever that means. A month ago the sea by Stockholm looked like this, the Gröna Lund amusement park is seen on the opposite shore. But maybe this time there is something less amusing going on.
(Posting title is from a poem by Evie Shockley.)
Today is a rainy day, but I'm still planning to go for a walk at some point. September 21st was clouded, but not rainy, and we spent some time in the center of Stockholm and in Gröna Lund.
I updated the seven-year-old iMac to OS X 10.10 Yosemite, and it is working all right, as is the MacBook which I updated yesterday. If only all software updates would be as painless as this one seems to be.
In fact, it is rather impressive that the iMac update went so well, as I have always updated the OS on top of the old one, newer doing a clean install. Occasionally some software has been incompatible with the new OS, but otherwise there haven't been any problems that wouldn't have been solved rather quickly. And as said, this time there doesn't seem to be any problems at all.
(Posting title is from the poem The Indoors is Endless by Tomas Tranströmer, translated by Robin Fulton.)
These photographs were taken in Stockholm on September 20th, at Gröna Lund.
Yesterday I updated one of the Macs at home to OS X 10.10 Yosemite. The update was painless. Even though my MacBook is six years old, Yosemite seems to work perfectly well. It even seems faster than 10.9.
But of course there may be some hiccups. I needed to download a new version of TextExpander, which I'm using to automate the making of blog postings.
There is an update to Aperture to make it compatible, which is for me a critical thing. The first time Aperture starts up it updates the library, so some things have been changed under the hood. The visual look hasn't been changed, though, which may well be a good thing. I haven't yet got used to the new look of programs in Yosemite, and it may take some time.
However, even though the visual look of Yosemite is rather different that OS X 10.9, the things that matter seem to work as they should. If everything keeps on working on the MacBook, I'll update the iMac - which is over seven years old - to Yosemite this weekend.
(Posting title is from the poem Meet Me in the Green Glen by John Clare.)
Yesterday I walked for two hours in forests and swamps, and it felt good, looking at the late autumn scenery. I didn't meet anyone while walking even though there were a couple of cars at the parking place. Half of the way I used a map and a compass to get where I wanted, not following paths.
I'm slowly going through photographs taken earlier. These were taken on the ship in the morning when arriving at Stockholm on September 20th.
(Posting title is from the poem How Long by Ron Padgett.)
Well, I'm back from Stockholm, going there and back on the Helsinki-Stockholm cruises, and spending one night in a hotel. The weather was fine, and the city quite lively, to such a degree that my youngest daughter declared at one point that "the Swedish are mad".
In any case, we had a nice time, even though I had in the beginning some difficulties in navigating the metro-tram system of the city. It might be nice to do the same thing again at some point, if there is something interesting happening in Stockholm.
The photograph was taken on September 6th in Nuuksio, south of lake Saarijärvi, but I'm unable to remember which lake this was.
(Posting title is from the poem National Insecurity by Tomas Tranströmer.)
Posts
All Comments
