So tells an autumn leaf

Fence

The photograph was taken on September 21st in Petikko.

(Posting title is from the poem A Leaf Falls by Marion Louise Bliss.)

On the other side of the fence

Fence

The photographs were taken on January 4th.

(Posting title is from the poem Wailing Wall by Ali Liebegott.)

We practiced together

Street 1

Street 2

The photographs were taken on December 27th.

This morning I walked 1 1/2 hours, going to the post office to fetch a package containing winter gloves for riding the bicycle. The "lobster style" gloves (aka three-finger gloves) were size XXL, and my hands did fit inside, but just barely, there wasn't much extra room. This was as I expected, there never seem to be large enough gloves.

I do envy one thing about Donald Trump: his small hands.

(Posting title is from the poem Taking One for the Team by Sara Holbrook.)

Just to hold her

Red

The photograph was taken on November 26th.

This morning I walked for over two hours in the forests and swamps between Odilampi and Tremanskärr. The temperature was at -4 °C, and there was some snow and ice, but it didn't carry a man walking. I followed horse and deer trails, and other such tracks when possible.

(Posting title is from the poem Industrial Teflon Comes into Domestic Use by Fleda Brown Jackson.)

From the voodoo curse

Fence

The photograph was taken on February 18th.

The snow started melting today. I remembered to check bicycle tire pressure. It was at 3 bar, and the recommended minimum is 3.5 bar, so it was a good thing to check the tires.

(Posting title is from the poem the new rumbón by Tato Laviera.)

But he looks dazed

Dark

The photograph was taken on January 27th. For some reason I have taken a lot of photographs of fences and walls recently. I wonder why...

(Posting title is from the poem Anonymous Is Coyote Girl by Anita Endrezze.)

The trees lean closer today

Snow

The photograph was taken on January 14th.

What about using his own words against him? Here is a quote:

Trump is incredibly dangerous. Incredibly dangerous! It’s obvious. He’s corrupt, he’s unstable, he’s reckless. Yemen? Disaster. Putin? Pulling the strings. We’re not safe with him in office. Totally unsafe. We need your help. When are you going to take a stand against this guy? When? He’s got to go. It’s obvious. Everyone agrees.

(Posting title is from the poem Rock Me, Mercy by Yusef Komunyakaa.)