Juhani Aho kirjoitti lastuja. Minä ajattelin yrittää lumihiutaleita. Sitä miten talvikokemukset kirjallistuvat pieniksi tarinoiksi. Nämä ovat talventuntoja kansatieteilijän näppäimistöltä.

Otsikkokuva on arkinen ja arki on kansatieteen tutkimuskenttä. Tämän ikkunan takana raottelin lastenhuoneen verhoja kymmeniä vuosia takaperin - josko maa olisi jo valkoinen.
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lauantai 29. elokuuta 2026

FLOODS IN MY EYES

Glacier collapse
at the top of the world
in heavenly hights

Floods below

Floods
(words can not tell)

Floods in our iphones
Splashing into our faces
Floods in my eyes

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Some intellectual ones said
that Irak-war did not happen

I think this provocation referred to us,
western people

In our livingroom on telly
war was experienced as action movie
        for us it never was disturbing and
        hurting reality, but merely... ...

Now this random rawmaterial on floods
it is shocking to wach
its easier to whipe the finger

But these floods must hit our face
        In best case our bodies can feel some
        symphatetic ghostshivers as we see
        individuals runing for their lives and
        been washed away ...and the heart breaking
        saving eforts... ...

We are connected
the distance gives us a chance to think,
obligates us to see the bigger picture, 
analyze causalities,
and act

I cherish an utopia
beyond nations, nationalities, national states 
we should recognice our selves as
one humankind living
one home planet...

This kind of consiousness could arise at the times of internet

...finding pleasure and inspiration from acts of planets sustainability

Pax Romana
a very inspirational stage of history - it really did happen - two hunred years without war - and the world flourished

Pax Mundus 2050 -
medalis virtus:
pro patria
pro futurum globus terrae
pro omnia humanitas
in memoriam Nepali 

        I'll live to see that


maanantai 16. helmikuuta 2026

DISTANCES

rollin slowly on fresh fallen snow,
tyres moun out loud

          journey's on (-23°C)

Landscape breathless and still
reminder of eternity - evighet 

tiny water bird dips
at Ferry dock open

          ...to the other side, we glide

          Isle beyond medieval Borgå, Pellinge 
          Avalon, the Island of Apples

Funeral

breth's steam
snow cries
birches shine

graves
...parents
... ...brothers
a new commer joins the crowd

children
cousins
elderly

brought together,
by death of a one

          skydd i hembygdsgård: 
               vem kan ro utan åror, 
               vem kan segla för utan wind 
                         ...fri anda på sjös kan
                                 segelkälke på öppet is där ute

floating conversaly...
unity reborn
          in hearts
...so narrow a sound

moon on snow covered fields
the gloaming glows
          ...there's no day or night

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Distances vary between dimensions - dimensions can melt together. While open water isles are achievable by boat. As solid ice comes isles and mainland grow together and isles are achievable by foot or ferry chanel through ice. In between it is trickier. Distances slide also between spiritual and physical, they even appear side by side. The length of day and night decrease and decline: moon and sun can bee seen the same time. In Finland swedish is spoken in archipelago and coast regions. Swedish speaking minority is medieval origin as is Borgå town (Porvoo in finnish). I have a swedish family name - Nyman - my fathers father was a swedish speaker.