Category: photographs

Views from Hudson River Park on an August Sunday

I can’t think of an urban park I admire more than Hudson River Park running south from Chelsea all the way to the bottom of Manhattan Island. The features vary; it’s not a single design. Some of the piers have been renovated, but each differently. The gardens are gorgeous, each...

The West Village on a cloudy August Saturday

For my morning run I lugged my Nikon 3200. Not something I recommend but it induced me to pay attention to views, scenes, compositions I don’t think I would have noticed otherwise. Click on any image for a larger view.

Cornwall weekend

A perfect weekend in Cornwall, in the northwest corner of Connecticut. This is essentially the Berkshires — but lower rolling hills, more farmland, etc. I did a lot of running and walking and was fascinated by various objects and scenes seen from the road. Here, below, is a selection of...

West Philly garden on a green morn

I haven’t really weeded since coming home from a few weeks away, but nonetheless my tiny urban garden here in West Philly is as green and fecund as it could be. Tonight, the plan: grill some jumbo shrimp and add to a giant salad of garden greens and herbs, beets,...

The Cliffs of Moher (5-27-2017)

Today we went to the vertigo-inducing Cliffs of Moher. The drizzle suspended itself for us and the sun started to make some sky blue to match the remarkably azure Atlantic Ocean over here. Click on any image for a larger view.

At Tarbert, waiting for the ferry across the Shannon (5-27-2017)

We went early this morning to the small estuary-side town of Tarbert—home of one of my favorite Irish modernists (poet, curator-librarian & friend of Jack Yeats, Joyce, Beckett & Stevens), Thomas McGreevy. The ferry there has been running for hundreds of years. We took it, with the car, across the...

HIking near Glendalaugh & a stop in Avoca (5-23-2017)

After walking around the remains of the first monastic community in Ireland (settled in the 6th century) we went on a 5 1/4 mile hike about the Upper Lake.  Then we drove to Avoca (a tiny Wicklow Mountains town which was the home of the very first Irish woollen mill)...