Showing posts with label Tikkurila. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tikkurila. Show all posts

Thursday, March 30, 2017

He looks with eyes of spy planes

The photograph was taken in Tikkurila on March 1st.

So far this year I have got 1,394 km riding the bicycle. This week I commuted by bicycle on four days, but tomorrow I'm planning to take a rest day. There will be snowfall, up to 5 cm, and that will make road conditions challenging.

Municipal elections will be held in Finland on April 9th, and advance voting has started. I have selected my candidate. She is younger than me, and knows a lot about education.

(Posting title is from the poem Univac by John Tipton.)

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Diminishing the need to steal

The photographs were taken in Tikkurila on February 7th.

What should one say about Trump's speech to Congress? It isn't just voodoo economics, it seems to be voodoo everything. "Make me great again", craving applause.

(Posting title is from the poem Goofer-Dust by Thomas Lux.)

Saturday, February 18, 2017

I gave you space and found myself at the border

The photographs were taken on January 22nd in Tikkurila.

We went to seen the Passengers movie today. It was quite ok, even though the plot had big holes in it. Still, time well spent.

Should I write about the enemy of the people, who has baby-carrot fingers and can't tell a truth? It is sad to see a once great country going to pieces like this, destroyed from the top, becoming a little more corrupt each day.

(Posting title is from the poem Green and Gold by Rachel Hadas.)

Friday, February 17, 2017

When he writes he thinks of her constantly

The photograph was taken in Tikkurila on January 23rd.

Today I found out that "to trump" means "to fart", and suddenly I realized that I have missed the point of quite a few trump jokes.

(Posting title is from the poem Romantics by Lisel Mueller.)

Monday, December 28, 2015

My point is that the line is fraudulent

The photographs were taken on December 7th, while traveling to Jyväskylä.

This morning I walked for three hours, starting from Oittaa, going first to lake Sorlampi and then circling back through Hakjärvimossen swamp. It was -9 °C when I started, half an hour before sunrise, and -4 °C when I returned. There is 1/2 cm of snow on the ground, lightening the landscape.

(Posting title is from the poem “Nothing Is Really Hard but to Be Real—” by John Ciardi.)

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Who has raised the issue of eye damage

During the vacation I have read a lot of books, well over 50 in all. Quite a few have been graphic novels, a genre which is for me something new to get into. Right now I'm reading Blankets by Craig Thompson, a massive 600 pages long masterpiece, a memoir of youth and the first love.

During the summer I have visited several different libraries with the children, to see what there is available. These photographs were taken at Tikkurila in Vantaa, and Espoo Centre, on July 17th and 19th.

(Posting title is from the poem the library of t-shirts by Joanne Burns.)

Monday, December 1, 2014

How we waited, how we hid

Today I traveled to Tampere to attend a seminar. The train was late in the morning, and the timetable was tight, but everything went fine.

These photographs were taken today at the Tikkurila railway station. (Tikkurila is a Finnish company that produces paints and colors.)

(Posting title is from the poem Twelve in Yellow-Weed at the Edge by Cynthia Cruz.)

Monday, May 26, 2014

The makings of another summer

On May 16th I had a meeting in Seinäjoki. I traveled by train from Tikkurila, and it was good.

Today I had sore muscles, and the reason must be the swimming I did on Saturday and Sunday in a lake at Luukki. But the soreness didn't hinder commuting by bicycle, and the weather was excellent, +23 °C and sunny. However, it is now getting to be cooler. Tomorrow the temperature drops to +7 °C, and rain is promised.

(Posting title is from the poem At The River by Diane Fahey .)