And not detainable. And not discreet.

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The photographs were taken in Helsinki on October 21st.

(Posting title is from the poem RIOT by Gwendolyn Brooks.)

Makers of houses, books, clothes

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The photographs were taken at Tampere on July 24th.

(Posting title is from the poem Open by Jean Valentine.)

And that braggarts must

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The photographs were taken at Seinäjoki on July 23rd.

(Posting title is from the poem Men Who March Away by Thomas Hardy.)

You might be one of those people who sits back

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The photographs were taken at Otaniemi in Espoo on June 18th.

(Posting title is from the poem Early Poem by Lucy Ives.)

Stitched to a wish

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The photographs were taken on May 23rd while riding the bicycle from Helsinki to Porvoo.

(Posting title is from the poem In this order by Laura Kasischke.)

In the little art-gallery of my mind

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The photographs were taken on January 19th.

(Posting title is from the poem The Steam-Shovel by Maxwell Bodenheim.)

I follow straight without complaints or grief

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The photographs were taken on January 2nd.

(Posting title is from the poem Life by George Herbert.)

An absence I could not identify

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The photograph was taken on September 16th.

(Posting title is from the poem Provo by Mark Rudman.)

Mended between

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The photograph was taken on August 24th.

(Posting title is from the poem The Archaeologists by Julia Shipley.)

I sensed something lurid

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The photograph was taken on August 21st.

(Posting title is from the poem Jane Austen by Jill Bialosky.)

Where nothing discomposed their paradise

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The photograph was taken on August 18th in Petikko.

(Posting title is from the poem Sonnets Uncorseted by Maxine Kumin.)

Like the weather, like none of us knew

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The photograph was taken on July 20th.

(Posting title is from the poem I Passed Three Girls Killing a Goat by Miriam Bird Greenberg.)

A camera showed that world to us

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The photograph was taken on July 6th.

So far this year I have got 4,317 km riding the bicycle. I need to make repairs to the bicycle chain drive in the near future.

(Posting title is from the poem Canned Food Drive by Kathleen Lynch.)

I have forgotten how to sigh

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The photographs were taken on July 6th.

(Posting title is from the poem The Danger of Writing Defiant Verse by Dorothy Parker.)

Yet remain distant

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The photographs were taken on July 3rd.

I got the bottom bracket of the bicycle changed today, and it felt fine to ride the bicycle back home. There is more repairs to be done, but the bicycle works for now.

(Posting title is from the poem An Archive of Confessions, A Genealogy of Confessions by Joshua Clover.)

Just a perfect day

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The photographs were taken on June 15th in Petikko.

(Posting title is from the song Perfect Day by Lou Reed.)

And mark in every face I meet

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The photograph was taken in Helsinki on May 9th.

The weather forecast promises quite dry weather for next week also, although there might be some rain on Tuesday. The last time we had some real rain was on May 3rd, and the drought starts to show in the landscape.

(Posting title is from the poem London by William Blake.)

The heart to its moments of sorrow and swoon

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The photographs were taken at Petikko on March 178th.

Today was a fine day for commuting by bicycle, -4 °C in the morning and +10 °C in the afternoon. So far this year I have got 1,446 km riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem Bronzed by Dean Young.)

By either hope or memory?

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The photographs were taken in Helsinki on February 26th.

This morning I walked for 2 hours 20 minutes around lake Meiko, visiting lake Vaipo and lake Vitträsk as well. In many places the frozen snow carried a person walking. I walked through the open swamp Slätmossen. On the Meiko lake there were people skiing and ice-fishing, but otherwise it was very quiet.

(Posting title is from the poem A Home by Sarah C. Woolsey.)

Matters in the end. Or so I thought.

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The photographs were taken on December 29th, 2017.

This morning I walked for almost two hours, starting well before sunrise. Because of snow it wasn't dark, and the cold weather (-13 °C) had frozen the paths. It seems that we will have cold and dry weather for a while, for a week at least. That is good.

(Posting title is from the poem Water Island by Howard Moss.)