Monday, October 26

YEAR:  2020 | Tags:  | |

Puotila Beach, 8:43


I head out at a brisk pace because the weather looks as though it could declare the official start of winter at any moment. I decide to walk down to the sea, because I have not done that for some time.

On a whim I turn left and down to the café by the boat yard. It has not opened yet, but I stand there and photograph it anyway. They make a fine salmon soup, or they did the last time I came here.

I have one of David Axelrod’s albums in my ears as I walk. A compilation that I have owned for years: it forms the reason why I ordered more of his albums from the library.

Genius? Not so much.

I may have benefited more from the exercise involved in getting the albums than they music they actually contain.