Not quite peek peeping time, but you can tell the world is about to change—always does whether we are paying attention or not.—Dominick
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No matter how deep I go, I only scratch the surface, another corner found un-trampled. The combatants on my shoulder discuss if I should leave well enough alone or if I should carry on. Leave no stone unturned, at least in the mind. On the ground, tread lightly, carry-in-carry-out. —Dominick
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Make haste. Read a book beneath the tree—any tree. The days are getting shorter—the Hessian is about.
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Tomorrow the golden skys will officially welcome the fall of a season and day by day the wide and thick shadows will grow long and spindly.—Dominick
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There have been more conversations about what is normal and what the future holds than I can count. Change is good. I have always believed this and I will not shy away from it just because it seems unending at times. As the days pass I charge on. Onwards and upwards.—Dominick
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There is a moment in translation when the original text takes on new meaning, the same happens with a sketch, a few dabs of color and the entire scene changes, I back where I was, but so far past what I was looking at the first time.—Dominick
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This journey started out as a way to pass the time. As I turn a corner, as I look to the future, I wonder if it was more than that all along. Simple. Direct. Several worlds coming together. —Dominick
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From an old sketch done along the Hudson.—Dominick
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Spent the better part of this Tuesday on the grounds of Olana, Frederic Church’s estate in Hudson, NY. Plotting my return already.—Dominick
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The summer weeks are flying by. Another from a little further up north along the Hudson.—Dominick
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An atypical view farther north off the Hudson in Hudson.—Dominick
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If the past year has been positive for anything, it has grounded me to my desire—my need—to walk about in the natural world.—Dominick
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I look across the river and beyond the mountains often. Not far from the waters edge, just a little further in than normal. Even in the heat of the day the color shifted from cool to warm, from vibrant to muted. And over the hill was another marker of time.—Dominick
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If the past year has taught me anything it is that you can’t go back in time and you can’t do what you left undone yesterday. But you can do it today. And you should. —Dominick
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For years I have stared from the train at the wall that frames the Hudson on the western side of the river. Across the river, inbound, every crack and crevice catches the morning light. —Dominick
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Fantasy or reality? The shapes took on new life as I realized the sketch was something different than the memory I held at the moment.—Dominick
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As the temperature rises and the summer is finally underway the horizon seems a little warmer each day.—Dominick
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Reminded of all that is and all that will be, I cheated time last night once again and looked to the past to fill in the missing weeks. How is a memory different from the actual moment. What comes of going inside the head vs living right in front of you? I’ve been too serious […]
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Sometimes I can’t help but see the patterns in the trees, like a dance on the horizon. It has been some time since I watched outside a speeding window, catching a moment that may never be again, marking a note to come back to that minute, that second. It may all change in an instant, […]
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Looking back more than ahead, the Fall never seemed so far away as it does right now. There is a lightness to Spring colors that is elusive, Autumn colors on the other hand hang heavy. As the colors recede at mid season, the subtle notes of what is to come pop through the fallen petals […]
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