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March Musings…
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations March — in like a lion, out… Continue reading
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The Melting of Winter
Every winter has its spring.~ H.G. Wells March has arrived! It’s officially — or unofficially spring — depending on who you ask. March 1st marks meteorological spring, while March 20th brings astronomical spring with the vernal equinox. Either way, the… Continue reading
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The Beauty of Clouds.
The sky is an endless dream.~ Ralph Waldo Emerson I’m not quite the weather geek that my son is, but I do love a good weather event — a blizzard, a loud summer thunderstorm, booming with thunder and crackling with… Continue reading
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A Little Winter Sunset Stroll
A fiery ember sinks low in the sky. If you listen closely, you might hear the faint sizzle as it melts into the snow, painting the world in golden twilight and the soft glow of a winter night.~ Unknown After… Continue reading
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Golden Hour, Frozen River…
There’s a certain slant of light, winter afternoons—that oppresses, like the heft of cathedral tunes…~ Emily Dickenson It’s been a rough couple of days…But sometimes a bit of time spent by my Hudson River during the golden hour is a… Continue reading
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January Musings…
In the bleak mid-winter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak mid-winter, long ago.~ Christina Rossetti, 1872 January. Is it still January?… Continue reading
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Dog Days of Winter
January, the Monday of months…~F. Scott Fitzgerald Chasing sunshine in the midst of a gloomy January.Taking every day as it comes… Continue reading
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When a Photograph Looks Like a Painting…
My son Luke and I like to go down by the river and watch the sunset. We often take our dog and walk the path at Croton Landing Park on the banks of the Hudson River, but sometimes we stop… Continue reading
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Why I Take Pictures
I’ve always been a quiet person by nature, a watcher and observer. I guess I’ve always looked for things that might bring me a little spark of joy, a small sense of awe, something beautiful I could soak in as… Continue reading
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