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a walk in the woods

I took the train from Harlem out to White Plains yesterday. What a contrast between the two places! Having read Kozol's work and hearing about the disparities between urban New York City and its suburban counterparts, I made sure to keep my eyes fixed on the landscape outside.

Harlem/125th St - Fordham - Bronxville - Scarsdale - Hartsdale - and so on. Dilapidated and graffiti-ed buildings quickly gave way to quaint, tree-lined streets, quiet neighborhoods, and inviting delis and storefronts. Map the area and zoom in on the large patches of green; I don't know if I've ever seen a higher concentration of country clubs than in Westchester County.

In Hartsdale, Sarah and I discovered the Hart's Brook Nature Preserve and Arboretum. Tucked away between several major roads and highways, this small sanctuary hosted several walking trails through sections of beeches, maples, oaks, spruces, and more. Dead and drying leaves blanketed the ground as we trudged along, stopping to admire the sun's light as it squeezed through the trees and lit up bare branches.

The few other visitors to the park meandered about, enjoying the warm afternoon with their dogs. Vines climbed up tree trunks as if pythons in the jungle. The remaining birds, not yet migrated, occasionally reminded us of their presence with flitting wings and shrill song. Squirrels and chipmunks scampered about, finding and storing acorns for the upcoming winter. Life in these woods seemed to be slowly coming to a halt.

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The setting sun in late afternoon provided a warm glow to everything in the woods. These evergreens presented some of the remaining bits of live color in the arboretum, a stark juxtaposition to the bare branches of the deciduous trees left to claw away at the sky.

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Sarah took one look at this upended tree and immediately saw a boar's head. It took me a second to recognize the features, and I then undertook the challenge of capturing the sight in a photograph. I had to find the right angle, lighting and shadows, and perspective to make the camera see what we saw. I imagine it to be an old boar, his face showing signs of a long and full life. Now, he simply seeks a place where he can remain undisturbed, his weary soul ready to rest.

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The archway, formed by a recently split tree, initially captured my eye. But as I took in the entire scene, I found myself drawn to the trees' shadows intersecting the orange-leaved path through the woods. They resemble railroad ties, forging tracks for us to explore as we worked our way deeper into the forest.

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These people were among several we encountered who had their dogs with them for a stroll through the nature preserve. I love the way people peacefully co-exist in nature. There is much more of an attitude of sharing than of selfish competition for a slab of sidewalk or space on the subway car.

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This quiet farmhouse greeted us and bade us farewell during our visit. I wonder how long it's been there. I admire the foresight of those who owned the land and decided to preserve it for generations to come. In an era where land is a premium, development almost a hobby, and the neglect of our planet a sad reality, pockets of nature such as this arboretum remain to help all of us in our quest to reconnect with our roots in Nature.


more photos here

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I have a bit of an obsession with elephants. With some tweaking to saturation, tint, and temperature settings, I can now make a case that Mac should call its next OS "Pachyderm."

night photography

Walking back to my dormitory from the gym tonight, the slow-moving mist illuminated by lamps and other lights inspired me to bring out my camera and tripod for some night photography.

See the entire album here.


omniscience


soothing jazz in the night

last bits of fall

I reminisce about Fall afternoons spent on soccer fields, the grassy green pitch yielding to my every step as I run. Beneath a warm sun shining overhead, I lose myself in the game, and the world reduces to nothing more than a blur. Yet I know I subconsciously soak in my surroundings: the many colors of the leaves, flocks of birds beginning their migration to warmer climes, and squirrels gathering acorns for the dead of winter.

As the hour grows later, the orange glow of the setting sun reminds me of its presence with its long fingers reaching out across the landscape, crawling over rooftops and through tree branches. Everything in its way casts long shadows, keeping the sun at bay and leaving only as the sun himself recedes and submits to the dark of night. If I slow down long enough to notice, I feel these waning fingers, like a grandmother's hand, envelop me in a cocoon of heat before releasing me back into the gusty crisp air that can only signal the impending arrival of Winter.

As the last leaves wither and fall to the ground, leaving the trees bare and exposed to the ever chilling temperatures and whims of Mother Nature, here is a tribute to the most beautiful time of year. Until next September...

roaring into november

This weekend brought with it many photo-filled opportunities, including Heath's visit, a walk through Central Park, a visit to the American Museum of Natural History, the Village Halloween Parade, and the NYC Marathon. I'm the proud owner of a new Nikon D90, which is a huge upgrade from my Olympus E-300. Of course, the camera doesn't make the photographer, so hopefully I can create images that live up to the machine.

I've updated the NYC albums, both "urban" and "beyond urban", with nighttime photos of Times Square, macro images of bees and grasshoppers in the Conservatory Garden, and the silk cloth made from spider's silk, on display at the American Museum of Natural History. Check out my NYC marathon album, and my updates to Project Eat. (More to say on Project Eat in a later post.)

Images below to entice you to visit the full albums!

From NYC: Urban Images (13 new photos)



From NYC: Beyond the Urban Walls (52 new images)





From NYC Marathon 2009