It’s late winter in New York and spring will be here soon. On a quiet afternoon at home, with a sense of this imminent change, I felt the pull to go outside and take pictures in the yard.
My great friends, the Kolben-Landos, brought their kids skiing in the Catskills this weekend. I visited them in Pine Hil, New York, about 30 minutes west of Woodstock; a tiny place I may otherwise not have seen. Being somewhere for the first time always makes me just want to look.
My nephew Andrew ( not pictured above, subject unknown ) and I drove from Massachusettes to Montana. It took us about a week to get there. He’s a Masshole, but this is besides the point. This picture was taken in Glacier National Park, along The Going to the Sun Road; a well deserved name. If you ever find yourself on this road, please drive very very VERY slowly. I forced Andrew to let me drive over the pass, we went to the sun at 5 miles per hour. And try not to look over the cliff.
Andrew said, “This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen,” and it was.
Ranking is problematic because it misses essence, and instead involves judgement and competition above actual understanding, BUT,
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