Titled - Confirmed

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The photographs were taken at Kakarsberget on May 30th.

(Posting title is from the poem Mine - by the Right of the White Election! by Emily Dickinson.)

No no, here’s the key to it

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The photographs were taken at Malminkartano hill in Helsinki on March 24th.

(Posting title is from the poem Snake by Dannie Abse.)

I was satisfied, so long as it wasn’t impossible

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The photographs were taken on October 19th at Malminkartano hill in Helsinki.

(Posting title is from the poem Want by Gretchen Marquette.)

We will focus our attention on this gesture of walking

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The photographs were taken on December 5th.

I commuted by bicycle today, riding through the central park in Helsinki. In the morning the temperature was -7 °C, in the afternoon -2 °C. I was wearing lobster-style gloves, but in the morning my hands got a bit cold. It may be that the gloves are starting to lose some of their insulating properties.

(Posting title is from the poem Walking Across a Field We Are Focused on at This Time Now by Sara Wintz.)

My point is that the line is fraudulent

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The photographs were taken at Malminkartano hill in Helsinki on October 16th.

There were some local elections in the USA, and Trump and his minions lost bigly. Maybe people are waking up and/or behaving like adults?

(Posting title is from the poem Nothing Is Really Hard but to Be Real by John Ciardi.)

I like the sober colors—not the wet

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The photographs were taken at Malminkartano hill in Helsinki on October 16th.

Temperature dropped below 0 °C during the night, and there were some icy spots on the road. To help those who walk, gravel has been spread in some places to cope with slippery conditions, but for riding the bicycle this is bad.

(Posting title is from the poem A Friendly Address by Thomas Hood.)

So what if people stare

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The photographs were taken at Ruka in Kuusamo on July 2nd.

This morning I rode the bicycle around the airport, getting 42 km of riding in two hours. When I came home I realized that some people are able to run the same distance in two hours.

(Posting title is from the poem The Toothless Wonder by Phil Bolsta.)

Everything looked like home

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The photographs were taken on July 2nd while walking along the Valtavaara route at Ruka in Kuusamo.

Spending some time in London was rewarding although it was also exhausting. Most things were fine, but traveling in London posed problems.

We bought London travelcards, but they never worked at the underground gates. Well, once it happened that the children got through ok, and only my ticket generated an error message, but usually all the cards failed, giving error messages at gates, either "Seek assistance" or error code 09.

Luckily there was always a person somewhere near the gates to ask for help, and by showing the ticket we were able to pass the gates.

In bus traffic there were no devices for reading travel cards. One showed the ticked to the driver and that was fine.

In retrospect it would have been better to buy Oyster cards for traveling, but I'm not sure they would have worked any better, because lots of people seemed to have trouble passing the gates, even people with Oyster cards.

(Posting title is from the poem We wonder at our shifting capacities by Anna Moschovakis.)

There, no one to tell what to do

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Here are two pairs of photographs, taken at the Valtavaara hill route in Kuusamo on July 2nd. Two of the photographs were taken with the LX100, two with the iPhone SE. Can you spot the difference?

After a week of traveling to London I'm back in Finland, and it is raining, heavily.

And oh the awful wonder of what is happening with Trump. I do hope truth and openness will win this case.

(Posting title is from the poem Wonder as Wander by Sharon Olds.)

I can only describe to you

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The photographs were taken on June 30th at Ruka in Kuusamo, climbing to the top of Rukatunturi hill.

This morning I managed to go through all the photographs taken so far this summer. With the iPhone SE I have taken 2,000 photographs, and I'm getting somewhat familiar with the results. Often they are quite good. The LX100 is a much better photographic tool, but I don't carry it with me when I go riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem A Poem for Record Players by John Wieners.)

I looked long at the rearview mirror: there, the one man

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The photographs were taken on the Pyhävaara hill in Kuusamo on June 30th.

Yesterday the car passed the annual vehicle inspection, at 17 years of age. The car needed quite a lot of repairs. For example the exhaust pipe, the oxygen sensor and the distributor had to be fixed. In addition, I bought new summer tires. The car should be ok, but further repairs need to be done at some point.

I have been following what is happening in the United States, and things are becoming more and more strange. Half a year ago the country seemed to be quite ok, and now things are all messed up. Of course that was to be expected when electing a dangerous and stupid narcissist as the president.

(Posting title is from the poem City Without a Name by Czeslaw Milosz.)

All day he draws and imagines

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The photographs were taken on the Rukatunturi hill in Kuusamo on June 29th.

This morning I rode the bicycle to Oittaa in Espoo, and found a route I hadn't realized was available for exploring.

(Posting title is from the poem Apparition of the Exile by Bruce Weigl.)

Blurring my vision, my vision’s separate self

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The photographs were taken at Puijo hill in Kuopio on July 25th, with a Nokia E7 phone, as my LX100 camera was broken. In bright light the E7 photographs are passable, but when there is less light the image deteriorates a lot. The experience of not having a real camera made me go ahead and order a new LX100 camera to replace the old one.

(Posting title is from the poem Leap In The Dark by Roberta Hill.)

A solitude made more intense

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The photographs were taken at Sipoonkorpi on March 27th.

This was the second week when I commuted by bicycle every day. So far this year I have got 1199 km riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl by John Greenleaf Whittier.)

From where you sit it all seems so beautiful

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This morning I walked for almost three hours in the forests and swamps at Pirttimäki. I avoided the marked paths, and selected an approximate direction using the sun, and thus I got finally somewhat lost, and it took a while to get back to the parking place. During the night the temperature dropped to 0 °C. There is still a little bit of autumn colors left, but not much.

These photographs were taken south of lake Meiko on September 12th, visiting lake Långträsk and trying to see the sea from the Falkberget hill. Below you see a panorama, but I don't think the sea is to be seen at the horizon.

(Posting title is from the poem Beautiful Poetry by Camille Guthrie.)