Going way back in time this is a shot I took when I first started contemplating The Quotidian Hudson…
11/3/10
Going way back in time this is a shot I took when I first started contemplating The Quotidian Hudson…
11/3/10
Spring returned with a vengeance today. Windy, wet, and lukewarm. Seemed a good day to go river walking. Great sky, great new river art (about 20 new pieces) and the river, as always, was its disreputably majestic self.
Yesterday I posted a picture from 4/19/11 of a kayaker headed upriver.
Well, I was at the river today and I am pleased to report that she is finally headed home. I caught her going downriver at 8:33am. A long paddle…
Actually, I haven’t seen her this year because I am at the river less and usually in the evening and not the morning. Last year I saw her at least 10 times in the course of the year. The first time was in mid February and the last was in November.
I also collaborated on my first piece of river sculpture. I think it blew over and I reconstructed it as well as I could. It is not one of the complex ones but I thought not bad for a first attempt.
I stand by the river and I know that it has been here yesterday and will be here tomorrow and that therefore, since I am part of its pattern today, I also belong to all its yesterdays and will be a part of all its tomorrows. This is a kind of earthly immortality, a kinship with rivers and hills and rocks, with all things and all creatures that have ever lived or ever will live or have their being on the earth. It is my assurance of an orderly continuity in the great design of the universe. — Virginia Eifert
Those of you who have been kind enough to follow the Quotidian Hudson through the year are aware that there is one shot I have returned to over and over throughout 2011, never managing to capture what I see in my mind. (It’s not the vision I had). As my year of blogging ends I had to go back and try again. (No matter, try again, fail again, fail better). I did not capture what I see but did, as has frequently happened, come up with a shot that pleased me a bit. I am showing two versions of it. One straight from the camera and one manipulated in Lightroom. I would love your thoughts as to which you prefer and whether this is even a good shot.
I hope everyone has a glorious New Year’s Eve.
As to the headline on the post? What can I say, I am an American of a certain age…(lyric by garcia, hunter, lesh, weir)
I have been visiting the Hudson almost daily since November of last year. The majority of my visits are in Manhattan and the majority of those are between 125th Street and 97th Street. In that time I have seen a remarkable variety of driftwood sculptures come and go in that mile and a half.
Not once have I seen the artist at work. On the one hand there is nothing strange about that..there are 24 hours in a day and I am not on the river more than 3 hours a day and usually closer to 2. On the other hand so far we have had 233 days in 2011 and if I add in the 61 from November and December of 2010 that is 294 days that I have been on this project without once seeing the artist!
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This is why I don’t play the lottery.
We had a lovely dusk this evening. I was pleased to catch it as I spent the previous 9 hours of a beautiful spring day, in a room with no windows counting money and making change.
It was worth it though. I am Treasurer of the PA at Abigail’s school and someone has to do it. I don’t have all the receipts and expenses yet but in the end we will have raised somewhere north of 10K. I think – don’t quote me! – so all in all a good day.
So we came back to NYC today. Arrived late evening (11ish) and since we had been in Mexico we ordered rice and beans and chicken delivered.
On the plane I thought a lot about the “folk” art people make on the Hudson. It is there for a day or three and then time, tides or other people destroy it. Here are a few examples. Remember – if you click on the picture you get a full sized version.
The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That’s where I want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
Roger McGuinn
Spending the days and nights by the sea, 1600 miles (2600 kilometers) give or take as the crow flies, from NYC, in a different country, and Abigail turns on the TV and we get Fox 5 NY…h’mmmm.
This shot (11/3/10) was the one that sold me on the Hudson project. I had been thinking of a number of projects but I liked the sense of collaboration implied here.