Could have been anyplace

Kettle

The photograph of a Giant's kettle was taken in Sipoonkorpi National Park on May 11th.

(Posting title is from the poem London Crossfigured by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.)

No storm since has been framed

Kettle 1

Kettle 2

The photographs of giant's kettles were taken at Sipoonkorpi National Park on August 26th.

Is there something more to be said of Donald Trump's egomania? Or the fact that USA may be permanently darkened by white supremacy to such a degree that humanity is in danger of disappearing.

(Posting title is from the poem First Storm and Thereafter by Scott Cairns.)

Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel

Rock

The photograph was taken on November 14th at Sipoonkorpi, part of a formation of giant's kettles.

The length of day is today 5 h 57 min, and still going down, towards 5 h 47 min. Well, at least today I didn't get wet when commuting by bicycle.

The new bicycle light has still 1/3 of the first charge left, after nine days of commuting, which means that one charge might last three weeks. Usually the lowest or the second lowest brightness setting is enough, but there have been several rainy days when I have needed to power the light up to the second brightest setting. In normal winter conditions the charge might thus last even longer.

(Posting title is from the poem Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs) by Algernon Charles Swinburne.)

Looking into eyes

Kettle 1

Kettle 2

There are some giant's kettles near Pirttimäki, photographs taken on October 11th.

Today I bought half a kilogram of tea, mostly oolong, but also a little bit of pu-erh. This should last for several months.

(Posting title is from the poem everyone’s dying... by kari edwards.)

In the presence of selected perceptions

Trees 1

Trees 2

Trees 3

Trees 4

Trees 5

I'm still suffering from flu symptoms, but no fever, only sore throat and a runny nose. Despite the symptoms, I was able to commute by bicycle on four days this week, and the commute time was almost the usual, 45 minutes. During May I have got 448 km riding the bicycle.

These photographs were taken in Nuuksio near Pirttimäki on May 14th.

(Posting title is from the poem Hugh Selwyn Mauberley by Ezra Pound.)

But some days I'd rather steep in my own kettle

Giant kettle

Fallen 1

Fallen 2

Flooded

On May 10th I went to Sipoonkorpi National Park once again, starting my walk from the parking place at Bakunkärr. I decided to try out my orienteering skills by going across the hills toward northwest, where a giant kettle was marked on the map.

However, I was a bit lazy with my map-reading, and I walked about 200 meters too much north, and it took some circling around until I realized I was near Grytberget at Holmmossen swamp, and from there it was easy, just walk southeast and up the hill to the giant kettle.

There are plenty of nice swamps at Sipoonkorpi. From Holmmossen swamp I went south to Hattmossen swamp, and then southeast to Hyppjaskärr swamp, where I found a wide path leading east towards lake Bakunkärr träsket.

A pair of Bucephala clangula were at the lake, but this time there was no fighting going on, even though the male was exhibiting and making creaking noises. The female was diving for food.

Many small paths criss-cross the National Park, but only the biggest are marked to the map, and there are few of those. So far I have visited the park four times, and I haven't met any other people when walking inside the park.

(Posting title is from the poem The Veggie Life by Michael Steffen.)