On The Way Home

Empty chrysalis, Moose River, New York, October 5, 2019.

Only A Dream...And It's Fading Now

"This view is taken from the peak of Bald Mountain which is opposite our hotel. Serious forest fires in the neighborhood have caused the air to be filled with smoke today. Still having a fine time. Going to Beaver River soon.

Keith"

Note to Dr. Paul B. Brooks, Norwich, New York. Postmarked Old Forge, New York, 8PM, October 20, 1908.

Something Blurry But Real

Fourteen seconds of bad video of deer hurrying through Moose River, New York, on December 22, 2006.

I found this a few days ago and cherish it, not only for the deer but for the fleeting glimpse at Owen's Pl. (pronounced like it's spelled), the long-gone (burned in early 2008, I think) home of our neighbor Owen. He rebuilt (spent a North Country winter in a camper while doing so) and stayed on another several years. We were neighbors for about 14 years and my sum total of communication was a few dozen waves. Dad talked with him once or twice.

Time goes on. Owen passed a few years ago and his new camp is now someone else's. But his original place is always his, and I'm not knocking people or change when I say I am grateful for that...

...and for the deer. And the woods. And late 2006. It's great to see them all.

-MJ