You want a placid life, find another planet

Lake 1

Lake 2

Lake 3

Monday was a busy day.

On August 1st I walked in Nuuksio, along the Korpinkierros route, doing a bit of exploring (and eating of blueberries) on the side. It was a hot day, but there was some wind to give a little bit of cooling.

I'm currently without a camera, as I gave the LX5 to my daughter who is traveling with her school class. I haven't yet got any serious withdrawal symptoms, but a couple of times I have wished to have a camera with me. Well, I have my mobile phone, but the Nokia E7 doesn't really work as a camera.

A week ago I had a look at what kind of cameras there are on the market right now, but nothing really engaged my interest. The Panasonic GM1 with the 24-64 equiv. lens would be almost pocketable but doesn't do macro, the Sony RX100 III is rather expensive and has usability issues, and the Panasonic LX7 isn't a great deal better than the LX5.

But at least we live in interesting times.

(Posting title is from the poem Interesting Times by Mark Jarman.)

You need not only silence but an entirely new life

Private

Wood

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.)