The photographs were taken on December 28th at the Kierrätyskeskus recycling center in Vantaa.
(Posting title is from the poem The Wise Dog by Kahlil Gibra.)
Showing posts with label Vantaa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vantaa. Show all posts
Saturday, January 18, 2020
And as he came near and saw
Monday, August 26, 2019
It had to be done just so
The photographs were taken on July 7th while riding the bicycle across Vantaa.
(Posting title is from the poem Gettysburg: July 1, 1863 by Jane Kenyon.)
Friday, August 9, 2019
You stop reading the newspaper
The photographs were taken on June 23rd while riding the bicycle along the Vantaanjoki river.
(Posting title is from the poem recycling by Nate Marshall.)
Sunday, October 7, 2018
A figure walking in slow motion among
The photograph was taken on August 11th at Keimola.
(Posting title is from the poem Fire: The People by Alfred Corn.)
Monday, October 1, 2018
No one can afford
The photographs were taken on August 4th.
(Posting title is from the poem If You're So Smart, Why Ain't You Rich? by Philip Whalen.)
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Sit in a theatre, to see
The photographs were taken on July 27th.
(Posting title is from the poem The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Allan Poe.)
Sunday, August 26, 2018
With earth losing its outer walls
The photographs were taken on July 4th while riding the bicycle in the north parts of Vantaa near the airport.
(Posting title is from the poem Danger of Falling by Patricia Goedicke.)
Thursday, December 8, 2016
To watch the eye look everywhere to find
The photographs were taken on November 19th.
Today there was wet snow on top of ice in the morning. In the afternoon the snow had melted, and there was water on top of ice. The Marathon Winter tires were once again a necessity. When I came home, I replaced brake pads with new ones. Also, I installed new cleats to the bicycle shoes, because the old ones were quite worn out.
(Posting title is from the poem Dominion Over the Larger Animal by Sophie Cabot Black.)
Monday, September 5, 2016
Were it not for stealing, stealing
The photographs were taken on August 1st and 3rd in Espoo and Vantaa.
Yesterday the weather forecast promised rain, but it was sunny during the day. I walked two hours in Helsinki city, exploring the streets and paths by seaside, from Hernesaari to Kauppatori. Not my usual environment.
Today a saddle bag was stolen from my bicycle. There was nothing expensive inside, just some tools, but still this feels bad.
(Posting title is from the poem Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard by Leigh Hunt.)
Thursday, September 1, 2016
And in some soft and sunny solitude
The photographs were taken on July 28th and 29th in the north parts of Vantaa.
(Posting title is from the poem A Vision of Poesy by Henry Timrod.)
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
I have wandered lonely
The photographs were taken on July 27th in the north parts of Vantaa.
In the morning it rained, but the weather cleared up. The next few days will be sunny ones.
(Posting title is from the poem Autobiography by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.)
Monday, August 15, 2016
As it elbows below us and runs
The photographs were taken on July 14th.
Today was a sunny and dry day, but rest of the week will be rainy. While commuting by bicycle I have seen all kinds of bicycles. One new thing was an electronic fatbike, and a man rode on it 25 km/h against a strong wind, without hands, drinking and using his smartphone. Probably not the safest thing to do, but it made riding a bicycle look like the easiest thing.
(Posting title is from the poem Flow by Jonathan Galassi.)
Sunday, August 14, 2016
A little blue scar beside the heart
The photographs were taken on July 13th while exploring the countryside north of Helsinki on bicycle.
This morning I walked at Tremanskärr swamp. It started to rain and there was some thunder. I got completely soaked, but I managed to keep the LX100 camera dry.
(Posting title is from the poem Flow Dynamics by Elizabeth Arnold.)
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Stare back at the grounds
The photographs were taken at Kivistö on July 9th.
As I wrote here earlier, my LX100 (bought in October 2014) got worn out after 115,000 photographs taken with it. It developed a serious dust problem, among other signs of wear and tear:
- the control wheel in the back was either unresponsive or sometimes activated by itself, and the middle button was often unreliable
- the zoom switch was unresponsive
- the lens got stuck (didn't retract properly or refused to extend properly), generating a "zoom error", this could be fixed by pressing the lens back towards the camera (sometimes quite a bit of force was needed)
With the LX5 there were similar problems as with the LX100 (the control wheel stopped responding), so this wasn't quite so surprising. The LX3 was really something in terms of durability, it had no problems at all until the thunderstorm where it got completely soaked.
It remains to be seen how well the new LX100 lasts.
Today I printed the first photograph with the new printer, Epson XP-760. The photograph was a family snapshot, printed on Premium Plus photo paper, and the result was much better than with my old HP printer. But I do so little printing these days that it may not matter much, though.
(Posting title is from the poem The Admiral Benbow by James McMichael.)
Friday, August 29, 2014
I can’t lie that dreams are ridiculous
I need to start processing photographs, there are hundreds of them waiting on the computer. These photographs were taken on July 30th.
(Posting title is from the poem The Process of Explication by Dorothea Lasky.)
Thursday, August 28, 2014
You know what solace means
Today I got soaking wet when commuting by bicycle back home. The rain shower was short, but intense.
The photographs show the landscape of Vantaa city, which I explored by bicycle during the summer.
(Posting title is from the poem City of Grace by Jake Adam York.)
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
I come to the falls
This is river Vantaanjoki, photograph taken on July 30th. I commuted by bicycle today, and didn't get too wet.
(Posting title is from the poem River by Greg Miller.)
Friday, July 25, 2014
Of travel that always feels heavy
We are back home, after traveling 2100 km by car and 1400 km by train in 11 days, to Kilpisjärvi (and Tromsø) and back. I haven't yet looked at the photographs, but there are plenty of them waiting on the memory cards.
The weather is hot, up to +30 °C today; I thought about riding the bicycle, but that remains to be seen. There is some cleaning up to be done, and the washing machine will be busy today...
(Posting title is from the poem Love Train by Tomás Q. Morín.)
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Look not so great, beside their simple way
Today I went for a walk with my daughter, starting from the parking place near Saana fell. The original intention was to check out the nature trail, but when we got to the foot of Saana, we decided to climb some way up the fell, to where the clouds were covering the top of the hill.
When we got there, we decided to go on, and in the end we walked all the way to the highest point of Saana. Inside the cloud one couldn't enjoy the landcape around the fell, but it was an interesting experience to walk a path that was hidden by fog farther ahead.
When returning, the fog started to clear, and we visited some spots where there was still a little bit of snow left. There are a couple of little lakes on Saana fell, and we circled one of them.
Our walk lasted four hours. Afterwards our legs were really tired, but it was a good feeling of tiredness.
The photograph was taken in Vantaa on July 5th.
(Posting title is from the poem Cleon by Robert Browning.)
Friday, July 20, 2012
Illustrating imbecile illusions of happiness
Today I decided to have a look at the scenery north of the Ring III road at Vantaa. There are construction sites seemingly all over, so I had some difficulty navigating with the bicycle, but after some detours I found a rather nice route.
I didn't take photographs of the fine country landscape, only the places where I stopped to have a look at the map or to drink water. So, you see here rather "concrete" landscape photographs. In all I rode the bicycle for 35 km, first time this week, and it felt good.
To balance this rather austere set of photographs, I thought to link to something maybe not quite as concrete. I'm not quite sure what to think of this kind of photography, life imitating graffiti: You are not Banksy. At least it is rather different.
Posting title is from the poem In Goya’s Greatest Scenes We Seem to See... by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. I was thinking about Paul Maxims excellent posting "Reason, Standing on its Head" when selecting the title for this posting.
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