I have returned to New York, at least for a few months, and particularly the mid-Hudson Valley. I’m excited for the opportunities ahead of me, and I appreciate the warm messages welcoming me back that so many people sent. I’ve been all over the place, mentally and physically the past few years, and it feels good to have so many people excited for my time here. I’m ready to really take things to the next level.
In my parents’ 13 years running Fischers’ Farm, I had never been there in late April. Wow, what a beautiful time of year there. After making my way across the country from San Diego, it was a nice place to stay for a week, before returning back to the Hudson Valley.
I like Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. There, I said it. Pretty city, lots going on, and friendly people. How can you go wrong?
As always, I enjoyed a few days at my parents’ farm (the aptly named Fischers’ Farm) in the outskirts of Dover, Delaware. I got out for a few drives around the area, but mostly just relaxed, and enjoyed the peacefulness.
I’ve been to Maryland many many times in my life. My father’s side of the family is from there, I have good friends and family in Baltimore and Annapolis, but I usually just go and visit people there, and don’t explore it much. I am trying to explore places like this in more detail, and had a bit of a chance to recently.
I spent Christmas in Baltimore, Maryland. I visited my brother, and saw some other friends as well. It’s no doubt a gritty place, but there’s some beauty to it as well.
See another picture of Batlimore I took a few years back by clicking here.
A couple years ago, while pulled over to take a picture of a building that I thought was interesting, a neighbor came up, and was initially upset, and asked me what I was doing. I told him that I thought it looked like an interesting place with an interesting story, and he said to me something along the lines of “Every place up and down this road has a story”. Although I’m not sure why that meant I shouldn’t photograph that building, he was totally right. He ended up understanding my interests, and we left on friendly terms, and I never really forgot what he said. Every place has a story…and hopefully these photos from around Ulster County in New York will help draw attention to the stories of these places, and maybe, in their own little way, tell the stories of these place.
I grew up in Tillson, New York, which is a hamlet of the town of Rosendale. I identified with Tillson more than Rosendale, but as an adult, I realize how much of my childhood was in the village of Rosendale, and I really enjoy visiting it, and photographing it. In its own way, it’s hard to believe, but Rosendale feels like home.
Thank you to Christine DeBoer at the Wallkill Valley Land Trust for allowing me to take photos from the trestle, which is still an active construction zone. The rails are completed, but the planking still needs to be done.
Read about the history of Saint Peter’s at http://stpeter.editme.com/history
Most of the good photographers I am aware of who have photographed around the greater Mid-Hudson Valley have focused on the Shawangunk Mountains, the Catskills, and the Hudson River. I enjoy and respect a lot of their work, but it’s just normally not my thing to focus on those places. That said, the river and the Shawangunks are beautiful, and I do get attracted to both of them at times! I just can’t help it. Hopefully I have successfully put my own spin on those places sometimes.
I’ve wanted to get good photos of the falls in High Falls, New York for a couple years, and it wasn’t until earlier this year that I realized that you could walk right down a path to the bottom of the falls. On my winter week long trip to Ulster County I was able to stop by and grab a few shots, almost fall in the water a few times, and drop my lens cap in the Rondout Creek.