Sunday morning was cool, misty and overcast. I was sitting on the patio with a cup of coffee and thought: “The lawn needs mowing.”
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Path of least resistance →
Prime time →
Things were quiet the morning after coaching and volunteering at the 2025 Move NYC event. Coffee. Chill morning air. Sun rising through the trees. A snapshot to remind myself that sometimes I do get the rare privilege to be able to literally address the sun with sun salutations. And although I can stare at anything while meditating, when I find moss-covered balanced stones also in the direction of the rising sun… sublime. Thanks Ruby and Jesse!
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Root Glen →
There were several days with rain during a recent visit to Hamilton College in Clinton, New York. Lots of rain makes for gorge-ous greens and roaring streams. Here, in Root Glen.
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A peony in bloom →
My wife is a Peony hybridizer—she’s really interested in growing, and creating new, Peonies. We recently visited the spectacular (even caveman-me could see that) collection of Peonies at Hamilton College in Clinton, New York. I took one—exactly one!—photo of a Peony. She took a “few” more than I did.
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2,800 weeks of progress →
All original parts, some wear. As I’m starting to look for opportunities to coach in movement spaces, a headshot is a requisite.
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Detailed →
I often stroll around exploring all the little nooks and crannies of places. I found this at Winterthur as part of small display of dried flowers. The display was barely mentioned at the info center, off the normal route (especially if one had taken the minibus ride to avoid walking the slightest distance), and hanging in the back of gazebo mostly out of sight. On the other hand, the sun peeked out just as I was standing there.
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Holiday card →
For as long as I can remember, we’ve sent some sort of holiday card to our family and closest friends. Over the years it’s been store-bought cards, then for a while I was custom printing my own cards, but most-recently the professionally printed ones just can’t be beat.
The hardest part is always—of course—getting a photo the two of us can accept. Anyway.
Happy holidays to you and your family, and best wishes for a healthy and joyful 2025.
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Still shady here though →
Clearly the sun is up in the east already. But from here, we’re always in the shadow of this very old, very low “mountain” for at least another hour.
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Lake Seneca →
Just a lake-shore.
During a short camping stay, I had the delightful chance to sit between paddling around.
Words don’t really do the feeling justice. I spent decades sailing (beginning in the womb). For many years we went every weekend to the nearest lakes. Lakes, rivers, the Caribbean even. My dad was really into it. Once, my father excitedly got us to the lake for the first, Spring-sailing outing of a season (think: fr-fr-fr-frigid water, rubber wetsuits, die-hard sailors) only to discover the entire lake was STILL FROZEN. Too soon, dad. Too soon. Much fun. Endless stories.
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Can you? →
…paddle a canoe.
On a whim, I’ve recently being trying to get into canoeing. I’m surprised to discover that I’m quite good at paddling a canoe… but I’m not sure when/how I ever learned. Seriously. This strikes me as very strange.
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