Two photographs of mushrooms, taken the same day, not far from each other by lake Vääräjärvi in Nuuksio, but quite different feeling.
I have been looking at a map of Halti-Kilpisjärvi area in north Finland, where there are big fells and very rugged terrain. In fact, I got so taken with the map that I wrote (in Finnish) a book review of the map, for a lark, relying on dual meanings of words such as "reading".
It remains to be seen if a reader of the book review takes it at face value, looks for the work in a library or a shop, and is surprised that instead of a book you get a map and need rather different reading skills.
(Posting title is from the poem A Poem That Starts Out Wrong by Landis Everson.)
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