my name is mwd: photos

I don’t speak Finnish, and Google I think botches this as a straight translation, but I think it’s a poem about how in August the skies are silent and empty, as the swifts have gone, and how spring is a long time away. (If someone does speak Finnish, please do correct me!)

I normally don’t frame my photos for Flickr these days (boy did I go all in on that when I was doing my 365), but I felt this picture really needed space. I tend to view photos on a white background like a photo matt, and Flickr tends to put things on black.