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.)

Thursday, November 16, 2017

And then his whole dowsing snout would

The photographs were taken on October 19th. (Photographs taken with an iPhone SE.)

Today I commuted by car and train, so this was a rest day from commuting by bicycle. For tomorrow they promise rain and warmer weather, 6 °C.

(Posting title is from the poem The Bear at the Dump by William Matthews.)

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Is it a philosopher’s honeymoon, one finds

The photograph was taken in Vaakkoi on October 18th, at lake Saaren-Musta.

In three days I have got 7 1/2 hours of exercise. This morning there was black ice on the road, and I wondered why the studded winter tires are so silent, until I realized: "It's the ice, stupid!"

(Posting title is from the poem The Man on the Dump by Wallace Stevens.)

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Shining with light, their flight enviably free

The photograph was taken at Vaakkoi on October 18th.

Today I got 2 1/2 hours of exercise, the same as yesterday. The length of day is now 7 h 33 min, and getting shorter rather fast.

(Posting title is from the poem The Town Dump by Howard Nemerov.)

Monday, November 13, 2017

Out into the light

The photographs were taken in Luukki at lake Kaitalampi on October 17th.

Today I got 2 1/2 hours of exercise. Weather is getting cooler again, next night will be below 0 °C.

(Posting title is from the poem Summer Mowing by Jennifer Gray.)

Sunday, November 12, 2017

The lid over each eye

The photograph was taken in Luukki on October 17th.

This morning I walked two hours, exploring nearby forests and swamps. The swamps and ditches are flooding, because of rain and melted snow. The water level is higher than it was last spring.

(Posting title is from the poem Dead Man’s Dump by Isaac Rosenberg.)

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Glitter to a magpie’s covetous eye

The photograph was taken in Luukki on October 17th. The red sun was remarkable, caused by dust in the air.

(Posting title is from the poem A Woman on the Dump by Debora Greger.)

Friday, November 10, 2017

And then with a surprised blank look

The photograph was taken in Luukki by lake Kaitalampi on October 17th.

I commuted by bicycle on five days this week, getting 9 1/2 hours of exercise. So far this year I have got 5,631 km of riding the bicycle. By the end of the year I should get over 6,000 km, but I won't reach 6,500 km which I got last year.

(Posting title is from the poem The Crystal Lithium by James Schuyler.)

Thursday, November 9, 2017

As shadow, a light and body must be here

The photograph was taken in Luukki by lake Kaitalampi on October 17th.

The length of day is now less than 8 hours, which means that we are really in the dark season. The day will shorten to less than six hours, but then it will start brightening again.

(Posting title is from the poem A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day by John Donne.)

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

My point is that the line is fraudulent

The photographs were taken at Malminkartano hill in Helsinki on October 16th.

There were some local elections in the USA, and Trump and his minions lost bigly. Maybe people are waking up and/or behaving like adults?

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

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

I like the sober colors—not the wet

The photographs were taken at Malminkartano hill in Helsinki on October 16th.

Temperature dropped below 0 °C during the night, and there were some icy spots on the road. To help those who walk, gravel has been spread in some places to cope with slippery conditions, but for riding the bicycle this is bad.

(Posting title is from the poem A Friendly Address by Thomas Hood.)

Monday, November 6, 2017

We dream the dream of extirpation

The photograph was taken on October 16th.

In a previous posting I wrote: "I thought about stereotypes, for example the feeling that many people from the USA are not really grown up even though they may look like adults." One thing which fits this stereotype extreme well is gun ownership. Only people who haven't grown up can allow such a lax attitude to guns as is the case in the USA.

(Posting title is from the poem Kills bugs dead by Harryette Mullen.)

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Grant in this obscurity a little light

The photographs were taken on October 15th.

This morning I walked for 1 1/2 hours at Tremanskärr, exploring the swamps that were flooding. Some snow still remains.

(Posting title is from the poem Idiot Psalm 12 by Scott Cairns.)

Saturday, November 4, 2017

She spreads the blessing wide as human kin

The photographs were taken on October 15th.

This morning I walked for 2 1/2 hours at Timmermalmi nature protection area, exploring the swamps, which were flooding due to melting snow. I thought about stereotypes, for example the feeling that many people from the USA are not really grown up even though they may look like adults. And when you meet US people the stereotype usually doesn't hold, but still it persists. And then Donald Trump is elected president, and that fits completely the stereotype. Who except people who are not adults would elect Trump?

(Posting title is from the poem Slavery by Hannah More.)

Friday, November 3, 2017

Men are fools to invest in real estate

The photographs were taken on October 15th.

I commuted by bicycle on four days this week, and got eight hours of exercise. The weather has been dry. I have been riding the bicycle through the central park in Helsinki, as the paths are no longer so muddy. I met a horse this morning, which was a nice start for the day.

(Posting title is from the poem Chomei at Toyama by Basil Bunting.)

Thursday, November 2, 2017

It all looks different, right to left

The photograph was taken on September 14th.

(Posting title is from the poem Scenes of Life at the Capital by Philip Whalen.)

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

The color, the density of the surroundings

The photograph was taken on October 14th.

We are having cold and dry weather, but for the weekend the weather forecast promises somewhat warmer. Today I commuted by car and train, but tomorrow I'm once again riding the bicycle.

In Finland, the amount of taxes carried for each person and company is public information. Today was the day the information was released for the year 2016, and this produced quite a lot of interest and discussions.

(Posting title is from the poem Pyrography by John Ashbery.)

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Be like looking

The photographs were taken on October 14th.

It was rather cold today, temperature below 0 °C both in the morning and in the afternoon. I need to use the headlight in the bicycle, as darkness creeps in. So far this year I have got 5,393 km riding the bicycle.

(Posting title is from the poem The Unreliable Narrator by Keith Waldrop.)

Monday, October 30, 2017

Every time I got to thinking

The photographs were taken on October 11th in Helsinki.

This morning there was a little bit of black ice on the road when I commuted by bicycle, so it was nice to have studded winter tires. In the afternoon I had heavy headwind, up to 14 m/s, so it was slow riding, and it took almost an hour to get home.

People close to Donald Trump are getting indicted. A nice start for the week.

(Posting title is from the song Surrender by Cheap Trick.)

Sunday, October 29, 2017

And for everything

The photographs were taken in Helsinki on October 10th.

The snow is fast melting away, but a little bit still remains. The weather forecast indicates that the rain should stop by Monday, and we might even get some sunshine. The length of day is now 8 hours 55 minutes, and shortening rapidly. Soon it will be dark in the morning when going to work, and dark in the afternoon when returning from work.

I have followed what is happening with Donald Trump, and quite a mess it is. One rather interesting thing about Trump is his body language, especially what he does with his tiny hands when he sits behind a table. It looks as if an alien creature from outer space is inside the bloated body, trying to get out. What is crazy is that this is less frightening than the fact that such a daft wanker is president. (Or is "daft twerp" a better phrase - I'm so bad with English idioms.)

(Posting title is from the poem The Meaning of the Shovel by Martín Espada.)

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Can’t seem to get enough of it

The photographs were taken on October 8th.

Today I'll be traveling to Tampere, planning to walk and take photographs. There is still snow remaining on the ground, but it will be melting away, due to rain. The conditions for walking may not be good, but that remains to be seen. It was rather wet a month ago at Tampere as well.

(Posting title is from the poem The Steam-Shovel by Maxwell Bodenheim.)

Friday, October 27, 2017

Of some incredible control

The photographs were taken on October 8th.

We have still snow on the ground, but it is melting away. Tomorrow I'm planning to go for a long walk near Tampere, and I hope there will be still some snow remaining.

(Posting title is from the poem The Steam Shovel by Eunice Tietjens.)

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Close your eyes and strike

The photographs were taken on October 7th.

We got snow today, current depth is 11 cm. It was good to have winter tires in the car, otherwise it would have been very risky or impossible to cope with the road conditions. Shoveling snow is also in the program for today.

(Posting title is from the poem The Golden Shovel by Terrance Hayes.)

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Imagine the ways to betray a man

The photograph was taken on October 7th.

The bicycle commute takes now 10 minutes longer than in the summer, 50 minutes or more, due to studded winter tires and the clothing one needs to wear in cold weather. In the morning there was some headwind. The wind got stronger, and in the afternoon I had up to 16 m/s backwind, which was rather nice.

The weather forecast promises show for tomorrow, up to 15-20 cm, and strong wind. I started installing winter tires to the car yesterday after work, but it didn't go as planned because some of the bolts were stuck. Today I used CRC Penetrating Oil and a telescoping lug wrench to help turn the bolts. I got the remaining two tires changed. But the lug wrench got broken - I had to use a lot of force. I'm rather tired and muscles are sore.

Tomorrow I'm not planning to commute by bicycle, because riding the bicycle is not nice if there is 15 cm of wet snow on the road.

(Posting title is from the poem My Death Space Dot Com by Bruce Bond.)

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

As at the very least worthy of note

The photograph was taken on October 7th in Petikko.

This morning the temperature was -4 °C when I started the bicycle commute. In the afternoon we had 3 °C. For Thursday the weather forecast promises 10 cm of snow, so the landscape will change.

(Posting title is from A Pillow Book: "A Great Book can be read again and again..." by Suzanne Buffam.)

Monday, October 23, 2017

But it was our own foundations, crumbling

The photograph was taken on October 7th.

Today I commuted by car and train, because of meeting logistics. Tomorrow there might be a little bit of snowfall, but I have studded winter tires in the bicycle, so it should be fine.

(Posting title is from the poem An Immigrant Woman by Anne Winters.)

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Evidence is always good to gather

The photographs were taken on September 7th.

This morning I did some walking, and took photographs. There was once again frost, and some fog.

(Posting title is from a poem by Lisa Grunberger.)

Saturday, October 21, 2017

But he said that’s not the point of the story

The photograph was taken on September 30th.

This morning was cold, -3.5 °C when I started walking. There was plenty of frost, and small puddles and ponds had ice on top. Almost all leaves have fallen off trees, and the remaining will probably fall down during this weekend.

What happens in the USA shows that there is no bottom to the depravity of Donald Trump and his minions (including almost all of the GOP). Lies, lies, lies - and when they get caught, as inevitably happens, they don't learn anything.

(Posting title is from the poem Deepwater by Holly Corfield Carr.)