Here are three photographs from Imatra, and this is the last installment of photographs on our trip north during the vacation. I should start processing my photographs from Luukki and Meiko, but there are other temptations, such as a big pile of books from the library.
(Posting title is from the poem Laus Veneris by Algernon Charles Swinburne.)
On December 31st, from the rapids at Imatra I walked down the river Vuoksi, along a narrow neck of land by Mellonlahti. Here are some river views from the walk.
Today I commuted by bicycle to work, and walked to a meeting. Also, I used my desk at work in the upright position, standing by the desk instead of sitting. And I didn't use the lift but climbed the stairs in the buildings.
In all, I rode the bicycle for almost two hours, and walked for half an hour. Maybe a bit too much exercise for one day, but I don't feel too exhausted nevertheless.
(Posting title is from the poem Hero and Leander by Christopher Marlowe.)
There were a lot of boats on the shore of river Vuoksi in Imatra. I don't know if they are for fishing or just for enjoying the river scenery.
(Posting title is from the poem A Test of Poetry by Charles Bernstein.)
I walked down the river Vuoksi at Imatra, and there were a lot of electric lines hanging above, coming from the power plant at the rapids. The total power is currently 178 MW, but there are renovations going on, to replace oldest turbines with newer ones, raising the power to 192 MW in 2013-2015. The engineer inside me approves.
(Posting title is from the poem Power by Audre Lorde.)
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.)
These photographs show glimpses of the hotel in which we stayed at Imatra. There was a tunnel connecting two buildings with each other, and on the walls of the tunnel there were big photographs of japanese gardens. Not bad photographs at all, even though viewing them was difficult because of the reflective glass.
(Posting title is from the poem Normalization by Czeslaw Milosz.)
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