Let Go

I hope you’ve all been having a wonderful 2018 so far. This year I didn’t do my regular New Year Day post, as I’ve been working on something new for this blog (and it’s coming soon), but I wish you all the best for 2018.

Entering into the new year, I had a thought — let go. Let go of negative people, they only seem to drag you down. Let go of negative things, they only seem to pull you in deeper. Simply let go of negativity.

I think, maybe, as humans we like holding on. Whatever the reason might be, we seem to cling to the past. I’m not saying to forget. Memories are wonderful, for many reasons, and they will always be ours. No one can take our memories away, good and bad, but we have to know when to let go and move on. And, sometimes, we don’t like change. We become comfortable with how thing are and fear change, but sometimes it can be good. With change comes new opportunities. As letting go of an old year and embrace a new one, it’s the perfect time to also let got of negativity and take hold of a positive outlook.

So let it go and be free. I know it probably sounds easier then it is to do, but it’s possible. Life is to short to hold onto negativity. Begin the new year with good vibes and let positivity into your life.


A Year in Photos

This year has been full of ups and downs, as life usually is, but when I have my camera in my hands I’m on a constant natural high. Over the last twelve months I’ve had the opportunity to photograph some amazing bands. I’ve traveled to places I’ve never been before, explored other places I know well and have simply done what I love. So, to end the year, here are some of my favorite photos from 2017.

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Skillet at Upstate Concert Hall


Switchfoot at Roberts Wesleyan College

Between Seasons

Oneonta, NY

Charlotte Cardin

Charlotte Cardin at Upstate Concert Hall

Parkway Drive

Parkway Drive at Upstate Concert Hall

Stolen Rhodes

Stolen Rhodes at Sticky Lips Juke Joint


George Eastman’s House – Rochester, NY


Ocean City, NJ


Switchfoot at Hampton Beach Casino Ballroom


Hampton Beach, NH


Switchfoot at House of Blues Boston

Mountain View

Catskills, NY

A Painter's Table

Thomas Cole’s House/Studio – Catskills, NY

Birdbath in the Garden

Emily Dickinson’s House – Amherst, MA


MuteMath at House of Blues Boston

A Fall View

Saratoga Springs, NY

Jillian Cardarelli

Jillian Cardarelli at Upstate Concert Hall

Carousel III

Saratoga Springs, NY

Fall Ladybug

Saratoga Springs, NY


Saratoga Springs, NY

Maggie in Winter

Maggie in Winter

What’s In A Year?

A year is more than calendar pages flying by. It’s made up of more than 365 days. It’s more than 52 weeks, 12 months. A year is made up of memories.

With 2018 fast approaching, I’ve been thinking about all the adventures I’ve been on, all the memories I’ve made and the people I’ve made them with this year. It hasn’t been all good, but it hasn’t been all bad either. I think life is give and take. We take the good with the bad and the bad with the good. It’s been a year of tears and sorrow, disappointments and frustrations, loss and heartache. But it’s also been a year of joy and laughter, triumphs and satisfaction, discovery and love.

Everyone has a story to tell and a lesson to teach, if only we’re willing to open our eyes and listen. Everyone on this earth has a purpose and everyone who enters our lives, no matter the length of time, has a purpose. I’ve learned about the world, life, myself and so much more. There are some people who have thought me all they can, some who are still teaching, some who have taught me more then they may ever know and those I have yet to meet who will also teach me something. And for each one of these people, I’m thankful.

Traveling is something that I’ve grown to love. It’s a big, beautiful world out there and I want to see as much of it as I can. This year has taken me to places I’ve never been. Part of being in new places is the thrill of the unknown. I’ll admit, it can be scary as much as thrilling. But you never know what you’ll find around the corner, down a particular street or walking along the sands of an unexplored beach. I’ve traveled with family and friends. I’ve traveled near and far. Sometimes, I don’t think it matters where we travel, but who we’re with. And I love the people who travel with me.

All in all I would say it’s been a good year. And as 2017 is quickly coming to an end maybe we should all take a look back because a year is made up of much more than 365 days. It’s made up of memories.

The First Snow

It’s mid-December and up till this point we’ve only seen flurries. The temperatures dipped from what they were — unseasonably warm. The clouds turned a steely snow-filled gray while the scent of snow hung in the air. For weeks there was the promise of winter and then it came, drifting down from the sky in dainty flakes.

The small flakes slowly turned to thicker ones. They’re the ones that crunch under your boots while walking, the ones that get stuck on your eyelashes, the ones that are easy to catch on your tongue, the ones that are good for snowball fights and building snowmen. As the snow continued to fall, it transformed the once green earth into a pure, white landscape.

A blanket of snow now covered the ground. It hung on tree branches, pine needles and leaves. There’s something special about the first snow. Not simply that it carries the promise of more to come, but it’s magical. Everything becomes quieter, more peaceful, as the land morphs into a beautiful winter wonderland.

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Three Years

Traditionally, year three is leather. If you choose to go modern the gift is crystal or glass. No matter what, a three year anniversary is a milestone. Every anniversary is a milestone, whether it’s less than three years or every year proceeding.

I’m happy to announce that this month marks the three year anniversary of my blog. And I’m not looking for gifts of leather or crystal or glass. The strength lays in my posts, in the stories about life and how we’re all human. It’s in the poetry, the history, the photography and everything I chose to write. I believe beauty is also in those same stories. It’s a big, beautiful world out there. We simply have to remember to stop and take a look around.

I’d like to thank all of my followers and those who have supported me over the years. You are all a big part of this blog and it wouldn’t be possible without you. I look forward to another three years of blogging and beyond.

Thank you!

Counting Our Blessings

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today we gather with our families, friends, loved ones, and take part in a Thanksgiving feast. We eat turkey and potatoes and vegetables and stuffing. We eat pies and cookies and pastries. We watch football and then pass out into a deep sleep.

But today is much more then all this.

Today is about counting our blessings. It’s about being thankful for our families, friends, loved ones and everything we have in this life.

A Fall Walk

For the longest time the leaves stayed green, the temperatures were above average and people wondered if it was actually fall. Then, it seemed as if overnight, the leaves began to burst into magnificent colors of gold, orange and red.
It was at that point I knew the leaves were at peak, so I took my camera and went to photograph the fall foliage.

There’s many parks in the area I live, but the one I chose is special. It’s a place I’ve enjoyed my entire life, although I don’t exactly remember the first time I fell in love with it. Maybe it was the architecture, or the statues, or the carousel. Maybe it was its history, or its beauty or its serenity. Maybe it’s the memories that live inside the park. Or maybe it’s a combination of all the above. Whatever it is, I love this park. And it never ceases to amaze me no matter how many times I’ve been there there’s always something new to see, a new adventure to go on.

Carousel IIII entered by the carousel, a magical beauty constructed in the early 1900s. It has twenty-eight individually hand carved horses which were made by Lithuanian born Marcus Charles Illions. Walking around the cobblestone path that lines the way, I looked through the windows and saw all the horses. They appear to be running with their legs raised high or kicked out, ready to take another step. I think they’re majestic works of art with details so ornate I can’t help but marvel at them. Of all the carousels Illions constructed during his lifetime this is the only two-row carousel left still in working order.

A few steps away from the carousel is a stream of water that runs into a larger pond A Fall Viewwhere ducks like to gather. There’s benches around the edge as well as trees and shrubs. By this time of year most of the trees had shed their leaves. They now covered the ground with the colors of a rustic blanket shielding the green grass. The dried leaves crunched under my feet as I walked around the pond and when the breeze blew it carried with it the scent of fall.

The pond is surrounded by history. On one side stands the Canfield Casino and on the other, almost up on a hill, is The Spirit of Life. I never knew what the Canfield Casino was or understood its history until a couple of years ago. It was once a place to gamble, but today it stands as a historic landmark and a popular place for weddings. Even before I knew exactly what the building was, I was always fascinated by its architecture.

Final.jpgThe Spirit of Life and Spencer Task Memorial was constructed in the early 1900s. This bronze statue overlooks her reflecting pool as she has done since the day she was built. Sometimes, in the summer, mother ducks and babies can be found swimming in the pool. Over the years I’ve photographed her on a number of occasions with many different cameras. On this trip to the park, I found yet another way I wanted to photograph her. In my mind the flowers, small trees and reflecting pool framed her well.

I left the lower area of the park, walked up a hill and entered the woods. As soon as the path curved I saw a tree with all its leaves, bright with shades of red and orange. Limbs and branches reached toward the sky, arched over the path, and created a canopy of color. The path itself was scattered with fallen leaves and acorns. Squirrels and chipmunks rustled through the leaves looking for food to store before the approaching winter. My feet, once again, made the leaves crunch with each step. I paused once or twice to kick at a pile of leaves, making them fly up in the air and twist in the wind and they floated effortlessly to the ground. It made me feel like a kid again. I’m not sure what it is about fall, or any season, but certain things, no matter how old you become, make you feel like a kid.

Continuing along the path, I walked through the woods and above the lower level of the park. A fountain with a small stream connected to it ran below. There’s multiple fountains and sculptures set around the park. Soon the path began to descend and curve back around. As the wind blew it pushed the fallen leaves across the ground, bringing with it the crispness of fall. Before long, I was back at the carousel where I’d started, looking at the horses once more.

Throughout the park paths weave their way past trees and shrubs and benches. They take you by ponds and through the woods. Not only do they lead you through nature, but also history. There’s many historic things I didn’t mention about this place, but there’s simply so much to it. As I said in the beginning, I’m always finding something new. To this day I’m constantly learning about the park with which I fell in love.

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