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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...

It seems that anybody that does any amount of painting eventually does sunflowers. I guess it’s my turn. They’re irresistible.The first sunflower I ever saw was taller than I was. As I remember, it was in my babci’s (Polish for grandmother) garden. I just couldn’t...

During a recent walk in Minnewaska, we felt the first indications that the seasons were changing. This image attempts to capture that experience. The fact that we never want the dark, cold days to come, and that they always do, is a reminder that this world...

I'm one of those people who has spent more than fifty years within daily eyeshot of the Mohonk tower.  It seems to affect some people the way Devil's Tower imprinted on Richard Dreyfus's character in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.  It shows up everywhere. In...