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. Youโ€™d think this Catskills cold wouldnโ€™t bother her much, but she had been sat next to our fireplace whenever possible during her and her British husbandโ€™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.๐Ÿ˜‚

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. ๐Ÿ™‚

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