The photographs were taken in Nuuksio on November 29th, before sunrise, near lake Saarijärvi.
Today I walked for 2 1/2 hours, starting from lake Myllyjärvi near Pirttimäki, and going north towards Luukki. It was quiet, and I didn't see anyone else, except for a dog near the parking place.
(Posting title is from the poem Early Poem by Lucy Ives.)
Recently the weather has been wet and clouded, so I'm looking for sunshine, even in photographs. These were taken in Nuuksio, south of lake Saarijärvi, on March 14th.
(Posting title is from the poem Lines written under the conviction that it is not wise to read Mathematics in November after one’s fire is out by James Clerk Maxwell.)
Here are some views from north parts of Nuuksio, lakes Sarkkinen, Suolikas and Mustalampi. I hadn't visited lake Mustalampi before. I crossed lake Suolikas even though I had doubts about the strength of the ice, and in retrospect that wasn't so good idea, as the ice started to make sounds of breaking when I got near the other shore. I circled backwards a bit to get to the shore.
(Posting title is from the poem Arrow Breaking Apart by Jason Shinder.)
Here are photographs from last Sunday, taken at the north parts of Nuuksio, at lake Saarijärvi and lake Sarkkinen. There were some other cars at the parking place, but we saw only a couple of people during the two-hour walk, it is such a big area to explore.
(Posting title is from the poem The Flaming Heart by Richard Crashaw.)
I have still hundreds of photographs to be processed, but at least I managed to go through the photographs from Friday, when I walked for 3 hours 45 minutes in the north part of Nuuksio wilderness, from lake Saarijärvi past lake Suolikas to lake Ruuhijärvi.
In fact, I visited ten lakes in all, in this order: Saarijärvi, Sarkkinen, Suolikas, Mustalampi (a.k.a Pöksynhaara), Valkealampi, Kakarlampi, Ruuhijärvi, Pikku Pöksynhaara, Iso Majaslampi, and Pieni Majaslampi. Of these ten lakes I visited seven for the first time ever.
There were a lot of new things to discover, and the terrain was variable, from wet swamps to rocky hills to dense forests. My orienteering skills have improved quite a lot, and I managed to stay on the map. Sometimes I even surprised myself with map-reading skills, finding the way even in rather delicately shaped terrain.
Here are photographs from the first half of the walk, from lake Saarijärvi to lake Ruuhijärvi. One of the photographs shows a small island, but the name on the map is Isosaari, "Big Island". Whoever has named the place has a sense of humor. Perhaps the same person may have given the name to lake Pikku Pöksynhaara? (The translation into English is left as an exercise.)
At lake Ruuhijärvi there were a lot of frogs wrestling in the water, engaged in their spring rituals. Some of the clumps of frogs were submerged for minutes and minutes, and I was wondering that they don't drown when staying under water for such a long time.
(Posting title is from the poem Wrestling by Louisa S. Bevington.)
I haven't had time to process photographs from Sunday when we went for a walk in Tremanskärr forests and swamps. So, here are photographs fron Saturday, taken at lake Sarkkinen and lake Suolikas, which are close to each other, only a narrow neck of land separating them from each other. Tomorrow seems to be a very busy day also, so it may be that I'm unable to make a posting.
The weather forecast promises +17 °C for Tuesday and +21 °C for Wednesday, which is great, except that it may be that I don't have any possibility of enjoying the weather, being indoors in meetings or elsewhere busy as a bee, as they say. And bees certainly are getting busy now.
(Posting title is from the poem Fact by Craig Dworkin.)
On Saturday I walked with my two oldest daughters in the north part of Nuuksio wilderness, from lake Saarijärvi to lake Sarkkinen and lake Suolikas, to the narrow neck of land between these two lakes.
It was quiet at Sarkkinen, as the sound from the road does not carry over the hills. And we didn't see anyone else, or hear for that matter, except for some voices which carried over the water at Saarijärvi, from the cottages on the north side, near the road.
(Posting title is from the poem Baby Wrens’ Voices by Thomas R. Smith.)
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