And scatter and feed us our souls

Curve

Picture

Bus

Street

House 1

House 2

On September 30th I commuted by bus. It was a fine sunny day, but the wind was biting when walking on the street.

Recently I have been thinking about various things, for example the writing of memoirs. In fact, each and everyone of us has quite a lot of stories to tell, but it is a fine but difficult skill to write fiction is such a way that you disbelieve even when everything is true.

Also, I have been thinking about the lean and hungry startups which are popping up here in Finland. No need for initial investment, growing by what you are earning, spending as little as possible, and not depending on outside sources for funding. That is enviable.

(Posting title is from the poem A un Desconocido by Lorna Dee Cervantes.)

With both of us looking the other way

Car

Trees

Colors 1

Colors 2

Leaves

On October 9th I commuted by bus, and took some photographs on the way. It was a rainy day.

(Posting title is from the poem Palindrome by Lisel Mueller.)

Built a ferris wheel in my mind

Morning

House

Cars

Tree

Lines

Bus

Here are three photographs taken on Friday, when I commuted by bus and tram. It was a cold day, and during the night the temperature dropped all the way to -28 °C. However, on Saturday it started to get warmer.

(Posting title is from the poem Man of the House by Bob Hicok.)

Jamming their crimson reflections against the windows

Boat

Wait

Street

Bus

View

I have been commuting by bus and tram earlier this week, because we have got so much new snow that riding the bicycle would have been rather hard. But also trams have had trouble, and once I got stuck in a tram car which couldn't continue to the next stop because other tram cars had got stuck there due to electrical failures. So, all the passengers had to go out in the middle of a street filled with cars.

(Posting title is from the poem Towns in Colour by Amy Lowell.)

Like a reversal occurring in the poles

Bus

Tram

I commuted by bus and tram today, and it was a smart thing, as I was rather tired at the end of day, and sitting in a car in a traffic jam would have been a nightmare. The bus was also slow, but I didn't need to be sharp, and I almost fell asleep.

(Posting title is from the poem Tan Tien by Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge.)

But I cannot fool my heart

Bus

Street

Crossing

Cars

Fence

Reflect

Once again, one thing after another. In the morning I realized I had to prepare two presentations, one in English and one in Finnish, and managed to finish them in half an hour, before the first meeting. And then there were a lot of e-mails to process, memos to edit, and so on. And similar things are scheduled for tomorrow.

The weather hovers around 0 °C, a bit above usually, but there is ice on the ground occasionally. I have been commuting by bus, which allows a bit of reading, and a little bit of taking photographs.

(Posting title is from "Reflection" song by Christina Aguilera.)

See how in a living swarm they come

Blur

Bicycle

Yellow

Snow

Reflect

We got snow today, not a lot but at least the landscape changed. The weather forecast promises cold weather for the weekend also, down to -8 °C during the night. It feels almost like winter.

(Posting title is from the poem The Snow-Shower by William Cullen Bryant.)

I disembarked, but knew he would capture me

Fog

Crossing

Bus

Cathedral

Lamp

Structure

A busy day once again. I commuted by bus, and did a little bit of walking when going to a meeting. Not much exercise today.

In the bus I read The Sherlockian by Graham Moore, in a Finnish translation, and finished the novel this evening. Moore tells a rather nice story about detective fiction, and fans of detective fiction, and authors of fictional characters, and there of course is a story about solving crimes, fictional of course. One of the characters in the novel is Bram Stoker; the fog in the above photographs is a fitting coincidence.

(Posting title is from the poem The Flight by Grace Schulman.)

To mix good and evil, to blur the line

Rainy

Walk

Blur 1

Blur 2

Blur 3

It rained today until evening, and then we got some sunshine. I commuted by bus, reading an excellent book just translated into Finnish from German, Der Atem by Thomas Bernhard, the third part of his autobiography. Remarkable in its ruthless honesty.

I took some photographs from the bus window, but the results were blurry. On the other hand they describe the mood I have had during the last few days. A lot of things happen without much time to reflect one them.

(Posting title is from the poem You Who Wronged by Czeslaw Milosz, translated by Richard Lourie.)

My soul has grown deep like the rivers

Street

Take Away

Red

Fluff

Geranium

It was once again nice to sit in a bus and read a book while commuting to work. Afterwards I went for a walk with my daughter, looking at the fine summer we now have. And indeed, it is deep summer, the length of the day is now 18 h 55 min.

(Posting title is from the poem The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes.)