Black (& White) Friday

Something I don’t find myself doing much since my high school days, when I used to carry an Olympus OM-1 everywhere I went. I can still smell the fixer.

Fly Pond on a pretty black and white day…

Jackson Pollock Would Be Proud

A nice example of the amazing patterns that show why I have such a fascination with Adirondack river rock.

Another Season Becomes A Memory

As the very last leaves fall here in Cleveland, the Adirondacks are seeing their first significant snows. It’s been nearly a month since these last leaves fell there. I’m not ready to give the fall up just yet. Winter can wait…

Beauty in the Everyday

Wood, rock, soil. The foundation of everything Adirondack. So subtle, yet so vital. The tree falls, becomes the soil. Rock rises from below, platform for new constructions. Everyday wonder.