The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal gray
I lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
I get a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather
“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.”
- Anton Chekhov
The snow was coming down hard as we left Boston this morning
They tell me it snowed heavily last night in New York as well but by 5:30 this evening
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child’s uneven scrawl.
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it’s fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.
Words by Paul Simon
The blizzard has come and gone and NYC did not get hit badly. A foot of snow, wind, and cold but nothing like Connecticut and Massachusetts. Some pictures of the 18 hours.
This week’s Photo Challenge is Delicate. (Click HERE to see various views)…
I thought this image from 10/29/11 at the river fit the bill.
So we journeyed to Cape Cod to see Katherine’s mother and woke up this morning to this…
10:50 AM
This was more snow than the three of us had seen since October 29, 2011. Of course, this being the winter of 2011-12…
4:43 PM
My attempt at a Hopper
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“No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible” – Voltaire
Walking through Riverside Park to get to the river was a bit sad this morning.
The hay bales are all in place, ready to protect our little sledders as they come flying down the hill…only one small problem of course.
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Meanwhile down at the river we seem to have a new permanent installation…
New Neighbor
As expected I could not get to the river today but I will certainly be there tomorrow. In the meantime two blasts from the past.
The first is from the The Great Newburgh to Beacon Hudson River Swim on 7/25/09. This is before the swim started as the kayak escort was gathering. The sailboat in the background is the Sloop Woody Guthrie, named after the folk singer, Woody Guthrie, the companion boat to the Hudson River Sloop Clearwater.
The second is from 12/27/10 the day after the first big storm of last winter when the river was ice filled and the kids were all playing…
SNOW DAY!
In the 13 years that I have visited the 108th Street sledding hill I have never seen so many kids sledding and such great snowman making snow. 19″ of snow followed by a clear day can do that. It was cold, the river was extremely icy,
but it was party time!
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