It was nice to hit the trails for a couple of hours this morning. Here are some pictures I took while hiking Mt. Higby in Meriden, CT. Yeah, I’ve posted on this before, but it’s close to my house and I have some new stuff for the spring! (All pics taken with iPhone 4 and are unedited.)
Halfway up a very short hike. Looking out across route 66.
I always feel like there should be a Zen monastery just over this rise.
If only there weren't any power lines . . .
But I took this hike specifically to get away from playing Skyrim!
By the way, if you ever wondered what I looked like while hiking, check out my friend Lenny Pepperbottom.
Their graceful, long necks
stretch skyward reaching for rain
I hope not too far.
Seriously though, why do they always park cranes like this? Anyone know?
Also, which shot do you like better? Both are captured from my iPhone, untouched.
Here are a few shots I took while I should have been doing other things. Teaching karate class, driving, and, well, you know . . .
The Farmington River Just Behind 2 Tunxis Road, Tariffville, CT
Route 146 just between MA and RI
An undisclosed location . . .
Here are a few Hipstamatic shots that show what my neighborhood might have looked like when it was built 40 years ago.
Let us know what you think. These shots were taken with my iPhone. What are some of your favorite camera apps?
Simple Christmas pleasures brought to you by my Hipstamatic iPhone app.
As a child I wished every day was like Christmas.
Enchanted by the magic of tinsel and toys, it was always my favorite time of year, and the tree served as a joyful focal point: I never tired of gazing at it. A nightly ritual at my house was lighting the tree–well, plugging it in. I’d then spend a good ten minutes–an eternity for a kid–marveling at what my family and I had decorated. The holidays were never completely perfect, but, as far as I was concerned, the tree could do no wrong.
While I’m older now and have a much less idealized view of the season in general, I feel fortunate that my boyhood wish has mostly come true. Life has its ups and downs, but I try to make the most of them. I’m not completely broke. I’m not starving. I still find time for some art.
Every day gives a gift. Even if it’s small, I try to always be thankful.
And I still practice my mini-evergreen meditations. Here’s a little poem commemorating the evolution of Christmas in my life. It’s not much, but it’s the thought that counts, right?
Today’s plastic tree:
of great joy glow
from its adornment,
but the sap of electrons
flow vital through
able, outstretched limbs
giving ordinary light.
Sorry for the wait. Here’s part two of the storm poem and more iPhone photography.
Alfred, Part Two
Morning reeks of storms.
The sky starts falling heavy by noon,
and soon limbs creak and crack with the white weight.
We watch warily, eyes turning within as the refrain
repeated by chicken-little weathermen blacks out,
and night settles in for some serious slumber . . .
I started winterizing my house the night before the early winter storm that disabled CT for more than a week. I wrote a poem about it, feeling content after my work was done. The time that followed was somewhat more trying, but I’ll try to capture those emotions in a follow-up poem or two. Here’s the first.
Alfred, Part One
Winter crawls cold and earthen from the old forest,
ousting autumn’s sweet rot with the foreboding smell of snow.
I brace for it like the animals and my ancestors.
I stack wood, shutter up tight.
It’s long work: giving up summer, breathing deep,
but going to sleep happy, old fashioned.
Just to share, here’s a shot from my iPhone of what happened next.