09-23-14 Wake Me Up When September Ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

Billie Joe Armstrong

It rained almost two inches on September 23, 2011.


But not everyone wants to block September out by sleeping



They still block it out but in other ways.

8-31-14 Travel Theme: Edge

Anticipating my feelings, Ailsa got on her edge by lack of sleep. Not my reasons but the result is similar. 

The weather forecast told me to go to the river and there I would find an edge. I went and I did.  First storm. Look closely and you can see the rain’s edge about a minute away from me.



That was the easy rain. Here you can see the edge of the big storm.


The result? Multiple edges.


Other edgy items:












Don’t push me cuz I’m close to the edge…

5-1-14 It’s May

“Sharpness is a bourgeois concept”

H. Cartier-Bresson

It seemed a most appropriate quote for May Day

Digital 1 Class Learning Shutter Priority

Digital 1 Class Learning Shutter Priority

April 30, 10pm Rain

April 30, 10pm Rain

My Street

My Street




3/16/14 Travel Theme: The One And Only Garden (for me)

Ailsa’s theme this week is gardens. As many beautiful gardens as I have seen, there is only one choice for me and if you tell me it isn’t really a garden, I won’t argue with you. Just about every definition of garden I can find describes a planned space. To the best of my knowledge, no one planned this place. Who knows, perhaps I conjured it out of some deep need. I know I have shown these pictures before but a garden was requested and my garden I will give.

Last August, after over 2.5 years of adventuring, I made it up to Henderson Lake which geologists say is the source of The Hudson River.  Next summer I perhaps will go to Lake Tear of the Clouds, which poets and politicians say is the source of The Hudson. Perhaps I will find a garden awaiting me there as well.

Last summer, after I put my hand in the water that poured over the sluiceway, I turned south and viewed the beginnings of the river.


I turned back to look at the Lake and my eye was caught by the garden just as a very delicate rain began to fall.  I walked towards it, and stood by it for a minute, then looked at the lake where I could see no evidence of drops hitting the water. I took this picture as rain bathed me.


I then took a step past the garden and the rain stopped. I turned around and the rain was gone. I started to cry, not out of sadness or joy, but just because it is what I did.  I suspect that I never should go there again but time will tell.

Some other gardens.











and please remember to check out “To Live Forever An Afterlife Journey Of Meriwether Lewis” by Andra Watkins. Sometime tomorrow she will be half way through her 444 mile walk of The Natchez Trace. I do believe that when she reaches Nashville she will be the first person to have walked the entire Trace since sometime in the 1800’s. Not exactly a walk in a garden but I thought it fit anyway.

12-31-13 A Minute To Joy: Weekly Photo Challenge

Challenge: Joy.

First response of 2013 is here.

The last response of 2013?

At 5:37:58 pm on October 4th facing the river from the underpass I saw this.


At 5:38:53 pm I took two steps toward the river and turned to see this:


Have a great New Year’s Eve and a Happy 2014.

A few more joyful views to send you out of 2013.

Page 365 of 365 and A Real Page-Turner | This*Day*In…

Face The Future | Taking One Day At A Time

The Joy of Mischief | rarasaur

Weekly Photo Challenge: Joy | happyface313

Joy | Solitary Spinster

Photos of Wonders: The best travel photography of 2013, part I | A Journey of Wonders

Weekly Photo Challenge: Joy | Tim Wolverson – Photo Blog

Colors of Provence : France – Les couleurs de la Provence -weekly photo challenge : Joy | parislux

Weekly Photo Challenge: Joy | Blue Girl Photography

Weekly photo challenge: Joy-Beach Christmas | Colin Mathers Blog

Lone Jellyfish, Candy Apple Redhead, Happy Holidays, and a Weekly Photo Challenge | cancer in my thirties

5-21-13 AIDS Walk – Rain

Yesterday was the Annual NYC AIDS Walk. It rained a lot but Abigail and about 30,000 of her neighbors (and five of her friends) walked anyway. I somehow did not get a picture of them when they came by the apartment. Since the walk does go right by us I am able to shoot from indoors in inclement weather which is a real treat. The angles are not great but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. Despite the rain it was a very successful day. They raised over $5 Million (Abigail raised $500)

We Americans do love getting our pictures taken.

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6-25-12 The River The Sky The Art

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.

Not often you see both eyes…

Today’s shot brought to you by Hallmark

Facing east


10-16-11 To Troy

“If my ship sails from sight, it doesn’t mean my journey ends, it simply means the river bends.”

John Enoch Powell

I love NYC. I love being with my family. I love being with my friends.  I love the pace and the hustle but occasionally, for my mental health, I love  to be away, on my own, with no one to answer to, no musts, no shoulds, where no one knows me, and I can just be with me. I am an only child and I need that alone time to recharge.  Luckily Katherine and Abigail understand this and appreciate it and realize that I am a better and healthier person when I get back.   4 or 5 days is usually best since the first night I can never sleep worrying about what I left behind. This time, I only have two nights but it will do.

I hopped in the Graciemobile late this AM and set out for Troy, the seat of government in Rensselaer County.  It started to rain as soon as I left and has rained all day and evening but I don’t care. I haven’t been to Troy in a long time, not since my grandparents left when I was 4?, 6? something like that.  It used to be one of the richest communities in New York and thus the US, but that was  a long time ago.

I took the Palisades Parkway to 9W up until I was 10 miles from Kingston when I cut across to the New York State Thruway, buzzed through Albany and across the river to Troy.  I am staying in a chain hotel. The staff is extremely helpful and friendly, the room is comfortable, but as I have discovered the walls are pretty thin.  I now know that the people across the hall are going to visit Joan in Syracuse and I know Joan’s phone number. I know that the people next to me go to bed very early but they don’t sleep. They seem to like a little game of slap and tickle.

Tomorrow, I think I will head up Rt 4/32 and see where that leads me.

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