Sunday, November 19, 2017

In the photos, china, art

The photograph was taken on October 20th in Petikko.

Today is a rainy day. In the morning I looked at the weather radar, and it seemed that the rain would be a little bit easier for an hour or so, so I went for a walk, and got quite soaked. The swamps and ditches are flooding, and water level is high in the lakes.

I need to do some repairs to the bicycle. The front tire is leaking air pressure, and I need to replace the inner tube. I'm using Marathon Winter tires, which have puncture protection, so developing a leak is bit of a surprise.

(Posting title is from the poem Come in from the Rain by Tim Dlugos.)

Saturday, November 18, 2017

There was almost a scandal

The photograph was taken on October 20th in Petikko.

This morning I walked for two hours, enjoying the early morning landscape. There was some frost and ice, and a little bit of fog in the open fields.

I met a man who wanted to say a few words. He warned that there is black ice on the road, dangerous for those who use rubber boots. Then he asked if I had some money to give to him. And then he quoted Bible and told that Donald Trump is working with the Israelis against the Israelis, hinting that Trump is the Antichrist intending to destroy the world. At this point I left, saying that the world is indeed strange, and wishing him a nice day.

But I wonder. If Trump is the Antichrist, that would fit all the lying, cheating, swindling, grabbing and molesting he has been indulging in. So maybe there was a mite of truth in what the man was saying. So, when do the righteous people in the USA realise what Trump is, and lock him up? (I'm being a bit ironic here.)

(Posting title is from the poem Dora Williams by Edgar Lee Masters.)

Friday, November 17, 2017

Could see only leaves

The photograph was taken on October 20th.

It rained this morning, and there was strong headwind when commuting by bicycle. In the afternoon there was partial headwind, but the rain had stopped. In five days I got 10 hours of exercise even though I took one rest day when I commuted by car and train.

It is remarkable how Donald Trump's cabinet members fit the stereotype of villains in old James Bond movies. They are crazy, and they crab things.

(Posting title is from the poem The Villain by Michael Benedikt.)