The Final Post For 2017

Another year is ending…

[Our home weather station. A COLD morning. Photo by me, 2017.]

And it has been quite a cold spell here in upstate New York. 1F is about -17C. Brrr.

Even the famous Kaaterskill Falls froze…

[Kaaterskill Falls. Photo by a friend, 2017.]

That photo is from December 29. It was snapped by a friend who’s originally from Denmark. You’d think this Catskills cold wouldn’t bother her much, but she had been sat next to our fireplace whenever possible during her and her British husband’s three day visit with us (while they were holidaying in NYC over Christmas).

Perhaps she had spent too many years in England? I joked with her: Yeh, some Viking she is.😂

The Hudson Valley region, including those Kaaterskill Falls, were a subject for several early-mid 19th century landscape painters, who became known as the Hudson River School. Thomas Cole – who was born in England – was its founder. He painted in a “romantic” style:

[Thomas Cole (1801-1848) painted Kaaterskill Clove. Photo by me, 2017.]

Kaaterskill Clove was clear cut in the 19th century. Now it is preserved and the trees are returning. It is just across the road from the Falls.

[Kaaterskill Clove, Catskills. Photo by me, 2017.]

Cole and others painted pre-photography, of course. Nowadays as we know you don’t have to be a painter to immortalize a scene. Just point your phone and chances are you will catch a view that deserves to be remembered:

[View towards Hunter Mountain (r) and Windham Mountain, from our house just outside of Windham. Photo by me, 2017.]

The Catskills rise in such a way that in approaching them from a distance they catch your imagination. It is tough not to be impressed by them. This I took a week or so ago in a store parking lot in the city of Kingston down along the Hudson River:

[The Catskills in the distance, seen from Kingston – southeast of the mountains. Photo by me, 2017.]

During our stay, of course I found some of my print books, including a favorite:

[Pages from The Last of the Mohicans. Our back garden, Windham. Photo by me, 2017.]

Not quite as old as Cooper’s novel set in upstate New York, or Cole’s paintings of the region, this photograph of me:

[Me. Paris, France, 1994. Photo by someone else.]

I removed the color from it to post because the original print is somewhat faded – which is what can happen to photos sitting on your bookshelves.

That digital watch I’m wearing? I remember it! And, yes, I once looked like that!

We are flying back to London tonight. We will see in the new year somewhere over the mid-Atlantic. Happy New Year, wherever you are in the world. 🙂


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