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



2-25-12 Eat Drink Man Woman

Our best certainties are but sand-houses and subject to damage from any wind of doubt that blows. – Mark Twain

The wind was blowing yesterday. It blew Katherine and me to a really bad show at the Public Theater which will remain nameless to protect the guilty.

Tomorrow evening The Academy Awards…very little hope for any of my favorites since most were not nominated, and those that were the odds makers say no way,  but we will watch none-the-less.

5-11-11 A River Runs Through It

Left the house – dash through the park to the river entrance – stop – shoot – mustn’t be late – mustn’t be late – time is flying – what is there to see – where are the good pictures this morning – nothing to shoot – shot it all before – ack –

h’mm the river looks pretty this morning – a bit of a wind and the tide is flowing smoothly and the water is a bit bluer than normal…

what is the name of this blog?  Oh yeah: “The Quotidian Hudson”  – “a daily look at a historic river” – hey, that’s an idea…