Tuesday, March 19
 
 
 
The Woods, 12:34
 
I walk into the woods from Linnanherrantie up the steep slope. I stop halfway up to take a photograph.
What I get does not look at all as though it features a slope of any kind. Instead it looks like one of those winter woods images you get in magazine spreads. The sun blocked by a tree in the blue winter sky that makes the snow seem bright and blue. The verbless sentence that passes for excited description.
Maybe I have discovered a trade secret: professionals stand on slopes.