Sunday, March 2, 2014

Were Paradise to me

On February 20th I went for a walk in the north parts of Nuuksio, starting from the parking place at Yli-Takkula. It was snowing a little bit, and the landscape was still in the winter phase.

(Posting title is from the poem Midwinter by Sophie Jewett.)

Saturday, March 1, 2014

If should I speak of art

This morning I went for a walk in Luukki. I planned to walk for two hours, but in the end I walked for almost three hours. Sun was shining, birds were singing, and there were fresh moose and roe deer tracks. During the night the remaining snow had frozen, and it was easy to go if you didn't follow paths, which were covered by ice and extremely slippery.

I walked west of lake Myllyjärvi to Revonkorpi, all the way to Juurushaka, and from there to Pyykorpi, and returned via lakes Hauklampi, Käärlampi and Hepolampi back to the parking lot. Juurushaka and Pyykorpi were new places for me, and I intend to return there some day soon, as there is quite a lot of interesting landscape to explore.

The map I had with me isn't precise, and there were some surprises on the way, but nowadays my map-reading skills are starting to be adequate for getting where I want to go.

(Posting title is from the poem Spin by Wendy Videlock.)

But if she stopped to listen, it disappeared

I commuted by bicycle on Friday, and it was good. During the winter the city was spreading gravel to give pedestrians traction, and that is not so good for bicycles, but fortunately on some places the gravel has already been cleaned away.

I bought some new clothing to be used this winter for riding the bicycle, but there hasn't been much use because the cold part of the winter was so short. Also, I bought a new backlight, but now the sun is soon rising early enough so that there is no need for lights any more. However, I don't complain, it is great that spring seems to be starting this early, a month or so before normal.

The photographs were taken in Luomus, the Finnish Museum of Natural History.

(Posting title is from the poem Bones and Shadows by John Philip Johnson.)