Would be to me essential

Beach

The photograph was taken in Sotkamo on July 13th.

(Posting title is from the poem Should the Wide World Roll Away by Stephen Crane.)

Who said I saw

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The photographs were taken at Hiidenportti on July 13th.

(Posting title is from the poem Fourth of July by John Brehm.)

To those who call evil good

Flower

The photograph was taken at Vuokatti on July 4th.

Even though I abhor violence, today I feel great sympathy towards those who wish to punch nazis. It is remarkable how Trump and his minions protect neo-nazis and white supremacists, even though 73% of mass killings in the US since 1983 have been committed by white men. Well, perhaps this isn't so remarkable given that 90 years ago Trump's father was arrested at a KKK rally in Queens.

(Posting title is from the song If You Had A Vinyard by Sinead O'Conner.)

I'll look for you

Vuokatti 1

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Vuokatti 3

The photographs were taken at Vuokatti on July 4th.

This morning I walked for 1 1/2 hours in Petikko, tasting cranberries and blueberries. It remains to be seen how hot it will get today. The weather forecast promises 25 °C, and 30-40 mm of rain, accompanied by thunder.

(Posting title is from the poem So Long, Mom (A Song for World War III) by Tom Lehrer.)

I hide behind the golden door!

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Vuokatti 2

These photographs were taken at Vuokatti on July 3rd.

Today, inspired by Guardian, I tried writing a poem about Trump, but failed. Here is the attempt anyway.

You are fired, you poor!
I pollute the air you breathe,
and wreck the road to my beaches.
Storms torment you,
I hide behind the golden door!

As breathing regularly and not falling down too often

House

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Here is a diverse set of photographs taken at Vuokatti in Sotkamo. It is time to go forward, next I have photographs taken at Imatra waiting for posting.

After returning back home I have done quite a lot of walking, 1 1/2...2 hours per day, mostly in Luukki, but on Sunday also in Meiko, exploring some of the more remote areas when there are no established paths to follow. I didn't get lost even though I admit to being a bit unsure about my precise location a couple of times. But using a compass and a map regularly does help.

(Posting title is from the poem Superbly Situated by Robert Hershon.)