Autumn has come as the days are shorter and the temperature drops significantly during the night.
A funeral of someone that I knew, a meal, a familiar look at a large creek beside a mountain; events that occur from year to year and sometimes every week.
A large clutter of unfinished compositions amongst unpublished photographs accumulate in a tree of folders.
Espresso squirted into a cup stains the tired fatigue into the feeling of wanting to sleep peacefully; I will now go back to bed.
In the years past,
I would often make deliveries in the area of New York City.
I learned very quickly that much traffic could be avoided if I drove north on the Bronx River Parkway
or Interstate 684; the later of the two was useful if the vehicle was commercial as it was completely restricted from parkways.
I would sometimes decide to drive north of the I-684 and continue on New York State Route 22.
Along the way about 75 miles from the New York City boundary is Wassaic a hamlet in the Town of Amenia, Dutchess County, New York.
This was the last stop for the Harlem Line of the Metro-North Railroad, the track went no further.
As it was always during the midday,
all of the trains were out along the track at different locations engaged in commuter activities.
There was never a train in the yard, as a driver,
I felt a since of disappointment that the trains had left.
I wanted to know why such a long line would end abruptly in upstate New York?
The weekend was pleasant as I was able to be outside on both days.
I really don't like the way 'Bridge Song Three' came out.
I am in the process of remixing the composition as well as recording several different tracks;
I am considering adding vocals.
I know I don't have much range,
At Broome Community College as I was in a choir class,
the instructor said that I could only hit two octaves and,
that 'they couldn't use me',
I was asked to drop the class,
the instructor said I could stop by his office the next day and he would sign the slip.
Looking back at it,
where does a community college have the authority to deny a student access to a class that they are registered for?
I think I really do have issues with the BCC music curriculum and it's director.
Anyhow, I picked up my guitar and laid out a darling arrangement;
be sure and give it a listen,
it is the bottom song above my picture.
New footwear is always a very much appreciated occurrence in my household.
Today, I bought a new pair of walking shoes.
Nike City Court is a type of walking shoe that has a hard rubber bottom that can endure about 500 miles of wear, including difficult edged surfaces that occur when hiking and walking in numerous creek beds.
After that, it defaults to a general purpose footwear for lighter applications and eventually, it becomes the underwater shoe for swimming in areas with undesirable bottom surfaces.
As I sit here...
I am thinking about what type of original thought I could express in writing.
In the photograph below, it is on the side of what will probably be named Interstate Highway 99.
The numerical assignment is not accurate as it violates the grid, that being:
It is now a Monday morning, I am tired and will soon fall asleep.
I wanted to post several blog entries however, I cannot function well enough at this time.
The two days depicted here were pleasant for different reasons, all of which were centered around good weather.
I was at this park to meet my mother, her husband and, a entire family that are good friends of our family.
I was hours ahead of the 14:15 rendezvous. I decided to spend several hours swimming; after an seventeen mile walk it would be refreshing.
I continued to trod water and remained submersed up to my neck in soothing water for over two hours.
My leg mussels became partially stiff so, I changed motion in which I moved my legs to eliminate the potential cramping. Sometime during the second hour, both of my legs experienced debilitating cramping and, I was unable to alleviate it through any holding pattern or position of my legs.
Eventually after I had my feet pressed against the firm sandy bottom did the severe pain of the cramps stop.
I recognized this window as the opportunity to quickly exit from the water and sit on a bench with a towel wrapped around me. I was rather well chilled and, I really did feel quite good; I was waterlogged.
After about one-half hour of sitting on the park bench, I noticed that it was 15:10, Why had the others not approached me? Were they here? I decided to patrol the park on foot to see if I could find them
I did find them in the usual location, everything was set up, there was food on the grills.
They eagerly greeted me asking me how long it took me to walk to the park?
I explained that I had been submersed in water for the past two hours.
They explained that they went to the beach but, they did not see me.
I effectively spent at least one hour in the water while they were there.
I didn't mind too much, dinner was served and I believe that I ate about one pound of grilled chicken.
I am keeping pace with photography, video production and, some music composition.
I have more recorded tracks than ever to sort through and arrange.
I want to update my blog as much as possible.
These photographs are the 'at home' photographs after the Newton family reunion
and the trip to the Catskill Mountains.
I have twice been to Yosemite National Park with my dad, his wife and relatives.
The Catskill Mountains, much smaller as they are, size up rather nicely in terms of hiking and photography.
The lure of the Kaaterskill Clove is the extreme contrast from the sea level elevation of the Hudson River to the mountain tops far above. The stunning reality is a 3,500 foot contrast.
The Catskill Mountains are the first significant mass of earth to accumulate moisture from the Atlantic Ocean as the clouds move inward. It is not uncommon to see afternoon rain showers in Haines Falls, Town of Hunter as the sun shines. As A result of the accumulated precipitation, there is usually an abundance of flowing water at the very eastern portion of the Catskill Mountains. This gracious precipitation does not go too far in terms of supplying much of central New York State with water; most runoff is diverted through the Shandaken Tunnel to Esopus Creek and ultimately into the Catskill Aqueduct.
'.....The Overall Thought In The First Place.....' MPK 2012
I want to discuss my presence here in March of 2012.
I had not been here before other than driving on New York State Route 23A.
As I would drive up the mountain, I would marvel at the waterfall beside the highway.
On one day that was convenient, I decided to park the vehicle in the parking lot and walk over to the waterfall and photograph it.
I was impressed with the display of water as I photographed it; I decided to walk further up the trail until I saw Kaaterskill Falls for the first time. I recognized the image of the falls as it is iconic of the Catskill Mountains; I simply did not know that it was there. It was an unusually warm March in 2012, later that day, the temperature would be above 70 degrees Fahrenheit. As I approached the waterfall at the bottom, I wanted to see the upper level, I edged my foot into what I though was moist compacted top soil, it was easy to climb above the second level and look down at the upper waterfall. The only characteristic that I thought negatively of the soil was that it was more slippery than I expected, it appeared to have something similar to talc in it. At the very top of the slope there was a trail along the upper cliff that led over to the waterfall area, I was able to look down and photograph the upper waterfall. I did slip on a patch of ice but, I was not terribly concerned because I assumed that the soil was sufficient to arrest my slide at a the steep angle that I would have traveled. I was a bit concerned about the thought of climbing down but, my footwear was sufficient to maintain traction in the soil as I executed careful well planned steps to the trail.
The encounter in the month of March was positive and I was excited to return to this location in August of 2012. I decided that I was going to climb to the second waterfall and photograph it as I looked up at the water as it was falling; in March, I was quite some distance above it as I looked down.
I eagerly started to climb the very steep slope toward the upper waterfall; a great difference was observed, the soil was hard compacted clay that didn't provide any traction.
I made it to the same level as the upper waterfall and started to walk toward it, I had difficulty with my footwear, I had to project my movements to coincide with stationary objects such as trees.
I really didn't have sufficient traction.
As I approached the upper waterfall for the first time, I encountered the rope railing.
The trail is not level as the upper area is approached, it is a thin strip beside a high cliff that drops down to the bottom of the lower waterfall, there is a wall on the other side of the trail that restricts access to the upper waterfall from any other location except the uneven trail.
I wanted to stand at the bottom of the upper water fall so, I held the rope with a hand to guide me as I walked the otherwise deadly trail onto the spectacular ledge that is washed clean and flat at the base of the upper waterfall.
As I stood below the falling water, it was a spiritual occurrence as I felt nothing less than the thin moisture from the falling water as the wind would sometimes blow and shift the gentle stream by a few feet.
I had stood where countless others had striven to stand as I was at that moment.
I had the most vivid amphitheater providing a show of water that turned to mist on the long way down to me.
I was able to walk on the level floor and see myself as someone that could climb in the deep spirit of motivation toward a fulfilling an ambition.
It is not topsoil, it is hard clay that requires significant traction; good footwear may need to be inclusive of cleats to achieve suitable traction. The soft clay in March was a fluke and should never be counted on to provide life sustaining support.