Category Archives: Nature

Stuff-We all have stuff and my stuff is better than your stuff?

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“Actually this is just a place for my stuff, ya know? That’s all, a little place for my stuff. That’s all I want, that’s all you need in life, is a little place for your stuff, ya know? I can see it on your table, everybody’s got a little place for their stuff.

This is my stuff, that’s your stuff, that’ll be his stuff over there. That’s all you need in life, a little place for your stuff. That’s all your house is: a place to keep your stuff. If you didn’t have so much stuff, you wouldn’t need a house. You could just walk around all the time.

A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it. You can see that when you’re taking off in an airplane. You look down, you see everybody’s got a little pile of stuff. All the little piles of stuff. And when you leave your house, you gotta lock it up.

Wouldn’t want somebody to come by and take some of your stuff. They always take the good stuff.

They never bother with that crap you’re saving. All they want is the shiny stuff. That’s what your house is, a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get . . . more stuff! Sometimes you gotta move, gotta get a bigger house. Why? No room for your stuff anymore.”

-George Carlin-

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A prayer to nature:

Thinking of my time in Nagano today for some strange reason.  Maybe it’s the total reverse of  temperature.  Walking the streets in freezing wet snow; the sounds; the kind people; the distance sounds of monks chanting in the monastery.  The small dojo I passed welcoming me to watch from the window?  I like the idea of offering prayer to nature….a written word to feel the rain, heat and snow.

Buddhism: Contributions to the Martial Arts:

LIFE IS SACRED

DISCIPLINE OF THE MIND

MEDITATION

STRONG INFLUENCE

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Tilt your head back and laugh.

“WHEN YOU REALIZE HOW PERFECT EVERYTHING IS YOU WILL TILT YOUR HEAD BACK AND LAUGH AT THE SKY.”

-Buddha-

Workshop in Old Shasta, California

Workshop in Old Shasta, California

 

 


John Joseph Fasulo (1949-2014)

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“EVEN DEATH IS NOT TO BE FEARED BY ONE WHO HAS LIVED WISELY.”

  -Buddha-

Five days ago one of the most talented and wonderful photographers I’ve been blessed to know and call a friend passed.  My heart goes out to his wife, Cecile, and daughter, Maya, and for those that called him friend.

John Joseph Fasulo (1949-2014) 

Beacon, NY

Born June 14, 1949 in Cold Spring, NY to the late Anneliese Fasulo (nee Cenker), and John Vincent Fasulo, John Fasulo, loving husband to Cecile Fasulo and beloved father to Maya Fasulo, died May 14, 2014 in Croton, NY.

A lifelong resident of Beacon, NY, John attended South Avenue School and following his graduation from Beacon High School, John attended Goddard College in Vermont. He went on to serve in the United States Coast Guard and was stationed for some time in Rockland, Maine. After the Coast Guard, John studied at the School of Visual Arts in New York City.

John’s principal career was as a broadcast TV cameraman. He spent 25 years in both the field and studio for major TV studios including ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN, WOR and FOX News. John is also known for his role as a producer and videographer of the Hudson Valley Documentary series “On the River”. John had a real passion for photography and often cited David Plowden as an early influence. His extensive portfolio of black-and-white photography evokes a style reminiscent of Plowden’s. John’s photographs have been published in numerous periodicals and magazines, including National Geographic, Trains, Railroad Illustrated Magazine, Modell Eisenbahn, various rail industry publications, and in past issues of Chronogram, and Hudson Valley Magazine. His photographs have been exhibited in many places including The National Railway Museum in Germany, the Center for Railroad Photography and Art, The National Railroad Museum in Steamtown, PA, and Railroadheritage.org.

He cared deeply about his City of Beacon, and contributed his efforts to the Beacon Sloop Club, the Beacon Historical Society, the Incline Railway Society, and the Hudson River Ice Boat Club. John was a lover of all things railroad, which he picked up from his grandfather “Pop” who worked as a machinist on the New York Central Railroad. He was an avid sailor and skier, and passionate about Beacon history, Mount Beacon, the Hudson River, and of course photography.

John is survived by his daughter Maya Fasulo (12 years old), his wife Cecile Fasulo, and countless friends and family, in the Beacon community and beyond.

Visitation will be held on Saturday, May 17th from 2pm-3pm at the DiDonato Funeral Home in Marlboro, NY. A funeral service will follow at the DiDonato Funeral Home at 3pm on Saturday.

A celebration of John’s life and his passion for photography will be planned for a later date.

In lieu of flowers it was John’s wish that donations would benefit the college education of his daughter Maya. A fund has been established for this purpose (linked below).

www.gofundme.com/98ewyc


The Sky is round:

“You have noticed that everything as Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round….. The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours….

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”

-Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator-

Fort McDowell, Arizona POW WOW 2014

Fort McDowell, Arizona POW WOW 2014


That Eleanor; what a naughty girl?

” I ONCE HAD A ROSE NAMED AFTER ME AND I WAS VERY FLATTERED. BUT I WAS NOT PLEASED TO READ IN THE DESCRIPTION IN THE CATALOGUE: NO GOOD IN BED, BUT FINE UP AGAINST A WALL. “

-Eleanor Roosevelt-

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Design as simple; Design as complicated:

” DESIGN IS THE METHOD OF PUTTING FORM AND CONTENT TOGETHER. DESIGN, JUST AS ART, HAS MULTIPLE DEFINITIONS; THERE IS NO SINGLE DEFINITION. DESIGN CAN BE ART. DESIGN CAN BE AESTHETICS. DESIGN IS SO SIMPLE, THAT’S WHY IT IS SO COMPLICATED. “

-Paul Rand-

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“You got one guy going boom, one guy going whack, and one guy not getting in the endzone.” john madden

” I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT GOD PUT US ON THIS EARTH TO BE ORDINARY.”

-Lou Holtz-

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You can only milk a cow so long, then you’re left holding the pail…..hank aaron

” I MEAN, THERE’S NO POINT IN SITTIN’ AROUND AND CRYIN’ ABOUT SPILT MILK.  GOTTA MOVE ON! “

-Ted Turner-

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Christopher Creek Lodge: The Winter Flow

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” THERE ARE ONLY TWO MISTAKES ONE CAN MAKE ALONG THE ROAD TO TRUTH; NOT GOING ALL THE WAY, AND NOT STARTING. “

-Buddha-

 

 


From a withered tree:

” MAY PEACE BE YOUR GIFT AT CHRISTMAS AND YOUR BLESSING ALL YEAR THROUGH!”

-Author Unknown-

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Seeing countless of live trees just laying piled in bins just made me a bit sad.

“From a withered tree, a flower blooms”

-Buddha-


Mission San Xavier del Bac: White Dove of the Desert

” I HAVE NEVER MADE BUT ONE PRAYER TO GOD, A VERY SHORT ONE:  O LORD MAKE MY ENEMIES RIDICULOUS, AND GOD GRANTED IT.”

-Voltaire-

 

 


Putting off Living?

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“ONE OF THE MOST TRAGIC THINGS I KNOW ABOUT HUMAN NATURE IS THAT ALL OF US TEND TO PUT OFF LIVING. WE ALL DREAMING OF SOME MAGICAL ROSE GARDEN OVER THE HORIZON INSTEAD OF ENJOYING THE ROSES THAT ARE BLOOMING OUTSIDE OUR WINDOWS TODAY.”

_Dale Carnegie_

 

 

 


Just Natures Blessings:

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In the Shadow of the City: Papago Park

A DESERT IS A PLACE WITHOUT EXPECTATION.

_Nadine Gordimer_

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NO PLACE FOR OLD MEN

Congress Pioneer Cemetery

No Place for Old Men:

The F-150 made the slight turn off Ghost Town Road leaving the comfort of gravel for the soft dirt.  Just off to the left a few hundred yards you can see the outline of the Congress Cemetery not to be confused with the Old Historic Congress Pioneer Cemetery which is found about a half mile around the bend; tucked tight to the hillside.

“Be prepared as there are several children’s graves.  They’re the toughest.” rang the words from the woman who ran the little antique store down the road on Hwy 89.

She was right, one where a toy cowboy pistol had been placed on the small one foot by two foot plot, the plastic handle now bone-white from the Arizona sun.

Almost noon the wind was soft and cool giving a visitor time to dream of life back in 1884 Congress after the first gold discovery.  The cemetery followed in 1887, a reminder of a tough way of life and early death.

It is said the mine produced just over eight million in gold into the mid-1930’s.  For the most part overshadowed by the gold strikes in California it was said that the mine was visited by Grover Cleveland, the US President of the time because of it’s consistent offering of wealth.

Another tiny wood marker beat by the weather; just tall splinters held vertical by dirt and rock.  The wind is warmer and the dust is kicking up as I close the metal gate.  I’m only reminded of the old saying that “God protects fools and children.”…I’m guessing surly miners too.


A trip to the Hudson to see Hudson

” LAUGHTER IS THE SUN THAT DRIVES WINTER FROM THE HUMAN FACE. “

-Victor Hugo-

 

 


Meet Bob:

” THERE IS NO PSYCHIATRIST IN THE WORLD LIKE A PUPPY LICKING YOUR FACE. “

-Bern Williams-

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2012 in review: A Wonderful New Year to those that visited and new friends to come

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 8,700 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 15 years to get that many views.

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Hudson Dominic Brent Falco

Hudson Dominick Brent Falco

Born November 14, 2012 our first Grandchild.

“Making the decision to have a child is momentous.  It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.”

– Elizabeth Stone –