I inhaled the special silence found only in nature. It swept around and through me like a friendly wind, breaking the world’s iron shackles. It brushed out the week’s grime and filled me with new energy to pursue the path before me.
I spent a semester in England in 2007. While there, I visited Scotland, Italy and France. Years later, I’d look back and those photos, dreaming of the day I could capture scenes like this again.
Then, I discovered the Hudson Valley in NY.
I don’t remember what led me to take the Metro-North to Poughkeepsie that first time. I do remember how irritated I was halfway through the trip when I realized I sat on the wrong side of the train. Metro-North’s Hudson line, as the name suggests, travels alongside the Hudson River. And, if you’re sitting on the right side of the train, you get some beautiful views.
Trips on the Metro-North usually last between 1-2 hours but it never feels like because I’d be staring out the window the entire time.
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(This post has me looking over my old photos. Some are seriously over-edited.)
Fortunately, I can fix them in Lightroom.
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Sometimes, I’ll hike a trail or visit some Hudson highlight. A few times, I’ll just find a place to write…
…and take some nice sunset shots.
I visited the West Point Foundry Prevere in Cold Spring over the weekend. Scattered across the trails are pieces of an abandoned ironworks.
Good inspiration for a horror story.
Hold on…
That’s better.
It’s also a relaxing place to walk. Some people can live in NY all their lives and thoroughly enjoy all the people and the noise. I’ve been here 10 years and I’m running to nature at every turn. Of course, I bring a journal with me to do some writing and world-building.
Maybe it’s the introvert in me. We get our energy from being on our own. Socializing drains us. Thank God for the Metro-North. Don’t want to think about how I’d be without regular trips to the Hudson Valley.
She used to hunt for silence like you would burried treasure. Now, the forest was quiet. The ruins no longer spoke to her. She thought she’d miss the voices. She didn’t. She missed the stories. …. Even before COVID, I avoided heavily trafficked trails. I hike because I want to be away from people….
I’ve hiked the Cornish Trail in Hudson Highlands State Park a couple of times. It’s a pretty chill walk with a nice abandoned building about 1 mile in. I spotted something different over the weekend. Maybe it’s new. More likely, I hadn’t noticed it. The wooden gazebo sat atop the hill a little off the…
If you’ve been on Instagram long enough, you’ve probably come across more than a few beautiful nature photos. I get a little jealous, wishing I could visit those places and capture scenes like that. But, even without the world falling apart, I don’t have the means to travel to those kinds of locations for photography….
Sometimes we get so used to seeing things we become immune to it’s magic. Over the weekend, family and friends from DC stayed with me. They wanted a taste of NY Christmas. I’ve been living in Brooklyn, NY for three years and two years before that I’d been attending school in NJ so, I visited…
She didn’t know how she got small enough to use a mushroom as a house. The answer sat on the edge of her memory but no matter how hard she concentrated, it wouldn’t move within reach. It has been years, maybe centuries. She watched the tall people grow up and grow old. She never changed….
The full moon rose to welcome October, the Month of Horror. Spirits crawled out to absorb its energizing light. Its glow revealed a monster’s true face. Did you hear their violent cry? Yesterday, if you were outside around 5pm EST, you could’ve seen the Harvest Moon. I missed it. Though, with the clouds in the…
These are beautiful shots!