Month: December 2016

We take care to keep the feeders full in storms like this, the birds sit up in the trees and hop down onto the snow to catch the falling seeds. I could watch them for hours.

We left New York City well before dawn this morning on a Toronto-Bound train, we chase the incoming storm all the way and just beat it. It arrived on the farm just after we got hoe, and looks like a pretty good one, five or six inches so far, more on the way. The sheep pay no mind to the snow, neither does the pony. The donkeys like to get out of heavy snow, they hole up in the pole barn. I love the stark beauty of the winter pasture, it’s right for the black and white camera.

I sometimes think we have a hard time keeping the things we love, we celebrate the past but bulldoze it, again and again, and what we replace it with is never as graceful or authentic. As I look at the beautiful brownstones that are the heart of Brooklyn’s original beauty, I see them increasingly overpowered by giant buildings everywhere. I hope the brownstones find a way to survive.

I’ve gotten several hats I love at Goorin’s Hat Shop in Brooklyn, one of very few remaining hat shops in the country. My favorite was a big red Hat I rarely wear because I think somebody up here might shoot it off of my head. I got my blue heat there also, and I love to wear it in the warmer weather. I love their window in Park Slope.