Moccasin Kill Sanctuary
Advertised as well maintained and dog friendly. It was neither.
Some things that I’ve pointed my camera towards.
Advertised as well maintained and dog friendly. It was neither.
Revolutionary history at the Schuyler House, rebuilt in just 29 days after British troops burned it to the ground in 1777.
My first hike of the season took me to the powerful Dionondahowa Falls. Walking through the woods before the spring growth takes over has a stark, beautiful clarity to it, even if the bare branches made…
My lady’s work on display at Schenectady’s Art Night
Disciple of the Garden brought raw 90s grunge energy to Frog Alley, while ScarHaven surprised me with real power and presence. In a bigger room, they might have brought the house down.
While my wife handled drop-offs for the show at John Boyd Thacher State Park, I walked the cliff edge and caught Mine Lot Falls frozen below—still, sharp, and worth every step.
Last fall, Sleepy Hollow surprised me. Not spectacle, but stillness. In the hills of Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, near Washington Irving, I found atmosphere over myth—and a reason to return.
Two hundred feet underground at Howe Caverns, the air holds steady at 55 degrees and the noise of the world disappears. With a small group, I found less conversation and more observation.
Professionalism isn’t built in grand moments, but in the quiet habits that decide how long patience lasts.
A six-inch, rubber-legged tripod named Squidward never asked for attention, but for nearly two years he showed up for every moment that mattered.