“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.”
A DESERT IS A PLACE WITHOUT EXPECTATION.
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Fern takes what sun it needs from the cave walls. Ice Cave at Sam’s Point Preserve, Ellenville, NY.
“What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato’s cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don’t know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?”
” I DON’T DIVIDE ARCHITECTURE, LANDSCAPE AND GARDENING; TO ME THEY ARE ALL ONE! “
Peppers, Wappingers Falls, New York. Photographed with a Leica M-3: 90mm Elmarit; Tri-X
” CHANGE COMES LIKE A LITTLE WIND THAT RUFFLES THE CURTAINS AT DAWN, AND IT COMES LIKE A STEALTHY PERFUME OF WILDFLOWERS HIDDEN IN THE GRASS.”
Wildflowers, Ft. Montgomery, New York. Photographed with a Leica M-3: 90mm Elmarit; Tri-X
” A MORNING-GLORY AT MY WINDOW SATISFIES ME MORE THAN THE METAPHYSICS OF BOOKS.”
Stoney Kill Farm. Fishkill, New York. Photographed with a Leica M-3: 50mm Summicron; Tri-X
” CATS ARE INTENDED TO TEACH US THAT NOT EVERYTHING IN NATURE HAS A PURPOSE.”
” I CAME FROM A DIRT FARM, NOW I’M FILTHY RICH. “
“I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.”
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man’s ingratitude.
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“THE LEGENDS LIE CRADLED IN THE SEAGULLS CALL, AND THE PROMISE THEY MADE ARE GROUND BENEATH THE SADIST’S FALL.”
Hudson River gulls, Cold Springs, NY
SHREK THE HALLS
Twas the night before Christmas and I spent all the day finishing the Christmas display.
Now all this would be nothing tragic, so follow me and I’ll show you the magic.
Now out in the years in a glorious clutter is a spectacle there that will make your hear flutter.
With 20-foot cheese balls and big egg nog fountain, and a yodeling Elvis on an ambrosia mountain.
A state where acrobats jump, leap, and prance, and honor the day through interpretive dance.
You know Christmas is around the corner in Hopewell when the leaves are gone; the wind and cold chips the paint a bit quicker and Joe places the closed sign in the window as he leaves for Florida.
“Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.”
Sundial Bridge designed by Santiago Calatrava crosses the Sacramento River at a reported cost of $23.5 million. The bridge design is a cantilever spar cable-stayed structure that spans 700 feet.
The bridge follows Calatrava’s earlier designs in Spain and Argentina. True to its design it is accurate as a sundial one day per year but offers fisherman a first-class backdrop while packed drift boats maneuver pockets for salmon, steelhead and rainbow trout.
Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetime, is certain for those who are friends.
For over a year the mountain has been my sanctuary.
A place to decompress and reflect on a life half filled with double-digit hour days, deadlines and a lifetime of storytelling.
It has been a place to think about past friends. To think of those who were not so friendly and to relish in the meeting of new friends.
If the Hudson River Valley is the jewel for those who live here…my mountain is the sparkle.
The true reflection of both nature and friendship is during the first and final handshake.
- Hyde Park, NY 2010
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November!
-Thomas Hood- “No!”
Many drops make a bucket, many buckets make a pond, many ponds make a lake, and many lakes make an ocean.
“I ONLY ASK TO BE FREE. THE BUTTERFLIES ARE FREE.”
ADOPT THE PACE OF NATURE: HER SECRET IS PATIENCE
-Ralph Waldo Emerson-
I think the American West really attracts me because it’s romantic. The desert, the empty space, the drama.