At the Kurkijärvi lake I found an old friend, a Brown Hawker (Aeshna grandis) laying eggs. It was eager and focused, and allowed to approach close with the camera. There was an earlier encounter two years ago, and then I managed to get an even cleaner short of her.
(Posting title is from the poem Smells by Bei Dao.)
I went today for a walk at Tremanskärr, walking across the swamp in rubber boots, and from there along the path to lake Kurkijärvi. It was partly clouded, and the landscape was drying up after the rain we had earlier.
I picked some lingonberries and blueberries for eating, and enjoyed the colors of the swamp. There were some people gathering mushrooms in the forest, and one guy was running across the swamp in shorts and t-shirt and hiking boots.
(Posting title is from the poem Gravelly Run by A. R. Ammons.)
We got rain today, lots of it. I went for a walk, but not for long, getting soaked in the rain. The camera got also a bit wet, but doesn't seem to suffer from aftereffects.
And as it usually is, the colors were deep, deep because of the rain, giving ample rewards for the photographer. Not many people were out walking, however.
(Posting title is from the poem John Brown’ s Face by Kevin Stein.)
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