Of course I’m referring to Minnewaska State Park. (This image is from earlier in the Spring.) The Lake can be thought of as a sculpture garden, with boulders carefully arrayed on its carriage roads along with scenic vistas that were created for the enjoyment of...
This painting was supposed to be a straightforward rendering of Mohonk's Memorial Gateway. But, in process, it somehow morphed into a pilgrimage site. (Click on it to enlarge.) That got me to thinking.It is easy--and satisfying--to consider life as high drama. But our actual lives...
Spring time haunts those of us raised with a particular arcane religious practice. Maybe Roger Kahn captured it best:"The first dream, full of innocence and light, is to play the game. . . . To play the game superbly. To play with such a brilliant,...
It would be hard to imagine a winter milder than the one we just had. So one would think the transition to spring would be an anticlimax.But no. It's been a spectacular spring. The forsythia were practically aglow this year. The blossoms on the flowering...
SAVE THE DATE: Our next open studio is Saturday, December 7th, from Noon to 5PM, 5 Paradies Lane, New PaltzIt will feature local landscapes by Peter Fairweather.There will be drawings for free prints! To request more information or to RSVP, please click here.Hope to see...
Another in the News from Nowhere series, exploring what it means to be (and stay) human in a world dazzled by digital technology. My mother frequently noted what a wonder the postal service was. For a few pennies, you could write a note, drop it into...
We're often disappointed when fog enshrouds our time in the woods. It can turn a feeling of splendid solitude into woebegone isolation. Sounds are muffled. Colors are muted and your field of vision is limited. But that's when the alchemy of the fog begins working. Without the...
Previously, I suggested that there is something sort of miraculous about a fresh, white blanket of snow. That got me to consider another miracle in our midst: birds. My friend Bob has become an amazing photographer of birds. His images remind one that, even in urban...
As I've gotten older, my feelings about snow seem to have changed. Yes, as one ages, ice and the threat of falling often are top of mind. But each year I find myself increasingly wonder-struck at the crystalline elegance of snow.My friend the writer Paul...
Another installment in my ongoing fascination with the beavers' handiwork in the Millbrook Preserve. Last time, the image highlighted the melancholy stillness that pervades these places. But, as Emerson pointed out, they also sing. And, if you keep still long enough, you can feel its...