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Thoughts from an Austin Garden  -- March 2010


Last update -  March 19


Dutchess County, New York


March 3 - evening


I have just returned from a brief photo-expedition to my hometown in the Hudson River Valley of New York. I went up to shoot some winter scenes fror my upcoming book, Where Wonder Was Born. I got what I had hoped for and arrived on the heels of a blizzard that dumped nearly two feet of snow on the region. I shot nearly 700 images and wanted to share a few with you before I collapse for the evening. Hope you enjoy.


P.S. Yes, it was great to be back home.




This scene is from the street in front of my old house. The snow was pretty deep. That is the Fishkill range in the background.



The field in front of our former home with a view of our old sledding path.



A wider view of the Fishkill Range and the view from our neighborhood. (Fishkill means fish creek in Dutch.)



A scene north of Millbrook, New York.



Blue evening glow.



In the deep midwinter.




Lost horizon.




Evening light.



Mount Washington, Massachusetts (just across the stateline.)



Classic New England.



Classic New York (near the town of Hudson.)


March 5 - morning


Near Amenia, New York, in northeast Dutchess County.



Here are a few more images from my expedition to my hometown...




Artful stonewall.





Paper birch tree.




Wall and woods.



Mending Wall - Robert Frost


Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."



Slumping barn.



Methodist Church, Wiccopee, New York.






March 8 - Morning


Barn with the Catskill Mountains in the background.


I am in the process of creating an "Images" page that will include all of my pictures from my recent trip to the Hudson Valley. It is still a work in progress, but, you can visit it here.


March 19 - morning


Pond ice.


Just a head's up that I have uploaded are more images from my trip to New York here.


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