
Photo: Boat tied in port, Turku, Finland. I liked the lines of this shot and the contrast of the white ropes with the color of the hull. The shadow on the hull with the white chain helps hold the composition.
OK, I'm home, been here for 6 days now, without Tia - who is still with her family in Finland. So, now what? I've been cleaning house, top to bottom today. Purging a month of dust, cat hair and dander. The patio was an accumulation of several months’ dirt. Yuk. Just can't seem to keep up. Well, when you’re an anal metro like me, I have to keep things clean, it's just what I do. I like a clean house, my friends back home used to tell me that I'd make a nice wife someday. I think I may have pissed off a few roommates along the way too! So, I'm back, and on a cleaning binge.
I'm also cleaning myself out a bit. I'm off alcohol for a while. Since returning to a 50-70 hour workweek a few months ago, my medication of choice has come in the form of beer, and lots of it. Then vacation and foreign beers, then home again to fall back into the same habit - BEER! So I saw myself in a few photos and today in the mirror, and I'm done with it, all of it, at least for a while. I think my liver is ready to pack up and go! No solution for being depressed anyway.
Yeah, honestly, I have to face it and admit I'm still down and I know I could let myself sink into a pit of self-loathing, but I won't. I think it's something I need to go through and push through to the end. Thank you for all the well wishes by the way. Suffering is just another human emotion, a necessary one, something to appreciate happiness. I can no longer deny the truth in my life. I don't know what is going to make me happy, but my way of life as of late has only been a mask, self-medicating with tons of work and alcohol. I wish I could be a bit more satisfied with living here, but it always seems to be just me adjusting to something less than ideal, making do with a situation. Not sure what I'm looking for actually. That's the root of the problem. Time to get back to meditation.
So my new self-medication is cleaning and exercise. I outlined a regimen for myself of daily meditation and martial arts exercise. My former sifu (teacher, master) used to tell me that I should become a monk (not literally of course, just in spirit). Do your daily chores, happiness the same as sorrow. Become a warrior; find your soul in the mundane tasks. Face the truth, whatever it may be.
I got up this morning and ran 3 miles on the beach, worked in the yard until it was too hot to breathe and now I'm scouring the house. It feels good. There was a time in my life, say 7 years ago, I used to take anger or sorrow and turn it into something good, since then, I haven't had to know sorrow or anger much. So, I had my tantrums over the years of being married (and she still loves me), and found that the river still flows deep, but mostly, I've been convinced that life has been good and happy. I'm a bit impatient with money issues, and REALLY impatient with living in Florida, but we do have a beautiful house (no matter how much work it takes to maintain) and a wonderful circle of friends. Yet, coming back here, to my home, was a bit depressing. Traveling alone. Coming home to an empty and silent house minus the occasional meow of one of the cats. This has to be one of the last times I come home to Sarasota. I can't keep coming back here, it seems to repulse me. I know being alone is a good thing, I spent an entire year alone with my thoughts when I first moved to Florida - and I recommend it to everyone once in your life. It's an amazing way to grow inward. Sit. Be alone, don't reach for something to use as a crutch, get to know your thoughts. That's what I am adjusting to once again, even if for only a little while. I may have to face it again though if we plan to send Tia off to New Zealand ahead of me, and for who knows how long. It will be a difficult time I think.
Back on a better note... I have always been so impressed with the Europeans way of living. Almost EVERYTHING gets recycled. I drank a beer with a date on the bottom of the bottle and my brother-in-law told me that it was the bottle's creation year, it was a vintage 1992 and still in use! They pay you to bring them in, they clean them, test them and put them back into service, it's astonishing all that they recycle actually. All kinds of things. It's common for a kitchen to have three garbage cans, one for recycling, one for organic waste - which gets composted, and one for real trash. The landscape is clean, people pick up waste in the streets, the local governments have workers who plant flowers and maintain flowers throughout the land, everywhere you go you see fresh flowers in bloom, it's amazing.
So, photos, the beginning anyway. I’m still sorting through them all and have edited it down quite a bit, but still, there are so many! So here is a smattering of some of my initial favorites from the trip.

Photo: Flowers. A large portion of my photos were of flowers. Everything was in full bloom in Finland while I was there. Can't have too many flowers I think.


Photo: Exterior of a Ship. Turku is a port city. Also a major manufacturer of cruise ships - this is not one of them... This is of a tugboat on the banks of a river that flows out to the Baltic. It was being renovated to be turned into a restaurant - obviously, they missed a spot! I like the color and textures present here.

Photo: Dappled shade in a window. Seems my photographic themes while I'm in Finland revolve around light, color and texture. The light there is different from other places I've been. I can't quite put my finger on why, but colors are crisper, the sky bluer and the way the light touches the landscape inspires unique observations.

Photo: Graffiti in a bicycle underpass. Guess who?


Photo: Spools. We visited an old part of Turku that was converted into a museum as the remaining part of the old city. It is known as the Luostarinmäki Handicrafts Museum. A fire in 1827 destroyed much of the city of Turku but this area was saved. This was the cord-maker's workshop.

Photo: Ambient and direct light. The angle of the composition and the angle of light entering the room allowed for the contrast of light, the coolness of the ambient light and the warmth of the direct light.

Photo: Blocks of type in the printing office. Moveable type has always fascinated me, I wished I had worked in my profession in a time when it was a tactile, physical profession. No computers, leading was actual lead. You have to be a designer to get that geek reference.
More later gang! Cheers!