But I am talking nonsense again, as I have since that night

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The photographs were taken on March 5th at Vantaankoski.

(Posting title is from the poem The Boatman by Carolyn Forché.)

I have learned your face as you will never

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The photographs were taken on January 31st by river Vantaanjoki at Vantaankoski.

(Posting title is from the poem The Order In Which Things Are Broken by Desirée Alvarez.)

While you were blinking

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The photographs were taken on March 31st by the Vantaajoki river at Vantaankoski.

(Posting title is from the poem The Snake by William Matthews.)

The same the world over

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The photograph was taken on February 19th at Vantaakoski rapids.

(Posting title is from the poem Poem Beginning with a Quote from Keith Laumer's Galactic Odyssey and Ending with a Quote from Mika Waltari's The Egyptian by Albert Goldbarth.)

And I do not know the meaning

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The photographs were taken on February 19th at Vantaakoski rapids.

(Posting title is from the poem Writ on the Steps of Puerto Rican Harlem by Gregory Corso.)

Blurred from too much experience

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The photographs were taken on February 19th at Vantaakoski rapids.

(Posting title is from the poem A drunk cadet had hit them by Susan Hampton.)

A body I had clambered over, loved

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The photograph was taken on August 1st by the Vantaanjoki river.

(Posting title is from the poem The Hen Swallows a Worm or Slug by A. V. Christie.)

Just as no one can point to the source

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The photographs were taken on December 4th at Pitkäkoski rapids by Vantaanjoki river in Helsinki.

I commuted by bicycle today. Because of the cold weather it was once again nice to ride across the central park in Helsinki. The paths were frozen solid, no mud at all. There was slippery ice in only some isolated spots.

During the last two weeks I did some long walks on hard surfaces using my hunting boots, and that was a mistake. My left heel has been hurting. Riding the bicycle is good exercise because it doesn't stress the heel at all. Thus the heel should be healing in no time.

(Posting title is from the poem Thetis’ Heel by Hester Knibbe.)

War's a horrid thing, now look

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The photographs were taken at Tampere on September 10th.

Today was once again a rainy day, but I didn't get wet while commuting by bicycle. There are a lot of wet fallen leaves on the road, making it slippery when braking. The commute takes now 50 minutes, but in the summer it took only 40 minutes when the conditions were optimal.

(Posting title is from the poem Once you clear the bodies by Luke Wright.)

A cursory glance at the morning post

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I have been commuting by bicycle. It has been dry, -3 °C in the morning, and +6 °C in the afternoon.

On September 6th in Tampere, when the morning for started to clear, the light still was somewhat special, so I continued taking photographs.

(Posting title is from the poem Nation’s Ode to the Coast by John Cooper Clarke.)

That sees us through our ambiguities

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On September 6th, early in the morning, fog covered the city of Tampere. It was quiet, and I met only half a dozen people while walking along the Tammerkoski channel of rapids.

(Posting title is from the poem Four Postulates by Michael Anania.)

I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece

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I had today the annual vehicle inspection for my car, which is 14 years old. I had some worry that maybe expensive repairs would be needed, even though the car performed well during the 2100 kilometers I drove during the trip to Lapland and Norway.

But all was well, and the vehicle inspector even commented that the car model I have (Avensis) is reliable and as expected everything is okay.

In the photographs you see rapids in the river Rovvejohka, a.k.a. Rovijoki, which is by the road between Skibotn and Kilpisjärvi. The photographs were taken on July 18th, when we returning from Tromsø. The rapids are also known as Morsiushuntuputous, Bridal Veil Falls, and rather impressive they were, thanks to the rainy weather earlier this summer.

(Posting title is from the poem The Argument of his Book by Robert Herrick.)

We’d learn by plunging into the wild river

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On December 31st I went for a walk, starting from the hotel and walking down along the riverside. Imatra has the largest rapids in Europe (or so they at least claim), and it has been a tourist attraction for over a hundred years. The rapids doesn't run freely, there is a power plant making electricity, but is opened at least once a week.

When I was there the rapids was quite dry, but it was opened later that day to celebrate the new year. We were already at home by then, but the next day I noticed a news item saying that a man had fallen into the rapids and they hadn't been able to find him yet.

(Posting title is from the poem The River by Gregory Orr.)