The photographs were taken on January 21st.
The weather is warming up. In the morning we had -1 °C and in the afternoon 4 °C. The ice is melting away from the road.
I wonder what Orange Agent and his minions have done recently. Do I dare look at the news?
(Posting title is from the poem The Two Children by Emily Brontë.)
On April 6th I went early in the morning for a walk in Vaakkoi. The snow was frozen during the night, and there was some frost in shadowed spots, not yet melted by sunlight.
Today we are having parliamentary elections in Finland.
(Posting title is from the poem Praise Song for the Day by Elizabeth Alexander.)
Yesterday afternoon I was feeling tired, but towards evening I started to feel better, and my feet got restless, so I went to Tremanskärr and walked for 1 1/2 hours in the forests and swamps. Half of the snow we got melted away, but still there was enough to cover the ground. In some places the melting snow had flooded ditches and corners of swamps, but mostly it was surprisingly dry; I guess the ground absorbed some of the water.
These photographs were taken on February 24th in Helsinki, while commuting to work in the morning.
(Posting title is from the poem A Pot of Red Lentils by Peter Pereira.)
On November 25th I commuted by bus. It was a cold, frosty morning.
(Posting title is from the poem Language is her caravan by Caleb Klaces.)
I commuted by bicycle today, and didn't take any photographs. The gears of the bicycle got stuck at the second lowest gear in the morning, probably because of moisture inside the gear cable, which turned into ice when the bicycle was brought outside. Going up steeper hills was ok, but because I couldn't turn the pedals fast enough, max speed was about 19 km/hour.
Nevertheless, the commute took only 63 minutes, not bad at all. This was due to below 0 °C temperatures at night, which froze the hard-packed snow and ice on the ground. Even surface, good grip.
But it was different when returning home. During the day we had +3 °C, which melted the ice inside the gear cable, and thus the gears worked once again. But also the snow on the ground had partly melted, and in places there was 5-10 cm deep ruts in the snow and ice, and the ruts were not straight, they were curving here and then crazily. So, even though the gears worked all right, it took 77 minutes to get home.
On the way I met a guy walking a bicycle, with a punctured rear tire. He asked whether I had a pump in my bicycle sidebag, and I did have, and he managed to get some pressure in the tire and rode some distance. When I passed him again, I asked whether I should give the pump to him, but he said there was a bicycle shop nearby, and he was planning to buy a new tire there.
These photographs were taken on Monday. The length of day is now 10 hours 17 minutes, which means that sun rises when I commute to work. A great thing!
(Posting title is from the poem What Isn’t Mine by Jill Alexander Essbaum.)
We had a sunny morning, but later we got clouds, and some rain.
I'm having some trouble in adjusting to the so-called summertime, a.k.a. daylight saving time. But apparently I'm not alone in this - there are even conspiracy theories about this, or at least controversy.
Here is another view of Helsinki, photographs were taken yesterday. I'm still running a day late...
It has been rather cold at night, -15 °C or less, and during daytime -5 °C, thanks to the sun which is starting to warm the landscape.
I'm making two postings today. First, some photographs from this morning, when we had a glorious sunrise, which however lasted only a couple of minutes. In the second posting, you will see the day from the other end.
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