17-01-07 The More It Snows

The more it snows (Tiddely pom),
The more it goes (Tiddely pom),
The more it goes (Tiddely pom),
On snowing. And nobody knows (Tiddely pom),
How cold my toes (Tiddely pom),
How cold my toes (Tiddely pom),
Are growing.
Winnie the Pooh
The House at Pooh Corner



15-04-16 Up The Down Staircase

Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn’t any
other stair
quite like
i’m not at the bottom,
i’m not at the top;
so this is the stair
I always

Halfway up the stairs
Isn’t up
And it isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
It isn’t in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn’t really
It’s somewhere else

A. A. Milne


12-31-11 – The Last Place You Think To Look

“The mark of a successful man is one that has spent an entire day on the

bank of a river without feeling guilty about it.” – unknown

As a small boy I remember how excited I was when I finally figured out why something you were searching for was always found “in the last place you think to look”.  As I was out shooting today I had no idea how I wanted to end this year of the river.  It only took 179 shots to find it but as soon as I took this picture I knew it was the one.  I shot the same image in various combinations of zoom and aperture and shutter speed but as I thought the first shot was the shot. Looking up river from Manhattan past the bridge to whatever may be found beyond.

We grow up hearing so often that a straight line is the shortest distance between two points that we end up thinking it is also the best way to get there.  A river knows better–it has to do with how it dissipates the energy of its flow most efficiently; and how, in its bends, the sediment deposited soon turns into marshes and swampy islands, harboring all manner of interesting life, imparting charm and character to the whole waterway.   I would defy you to find a river on this planet that prefers to run straight, unless it has been taught so by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers.”
Tom Horton, Bay Country, 1987

I have not finished this project. I still need to explore the eastern bank of the Hudson above Troy and I will get to Mount Marcy and Lake Tear In the Clouds in the spring, and I will continue to shoot everyday but I doubt that it will always be the river.  I will see it everyday, I will walk it frequently and shoot it often, but my year of the Hudson is over.  The blog remains and the title will stay the same, it is a part of me now.

“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.” –  A.A. Milne

Thanks to everyone who took all or part or any of this journey with me. I have made some good friends here in blog world and been deeply impressed by the quality of thought, photography and writing I have discovered this year.

May 2012 be better than  2011 and I will see you tomorrow.

I had a feeling that I could go on forever, if there were only river enough and time. But there weren’t.
John Graves, Goodbye to a River, ch. 18