The Reservoir

During the long dark years on Canal Street, it became more of a Thanksgiving Cactus. A few more days until the rest of the buds open.
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First snow of the year. Thanksgiving at the Dargaty’s in Danbury, CT.
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Not that Nancy Whiskey. I found this little treasure in a stairwell on Centre Street.
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She passed the big test! Not that we expected otherwise, but its one of those things that you just can’t count on until you know for sure. Three long years of Law School and four agonizing months of waiting are over. Hooray!
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Soon to be the new home of Macktez. Construction hasn’t started, but today’s Staff meeting will be in the new space. We hope to move by New Year’s. Reminds me of the old loft on Canal Street where I spent so many years — with all the positive and negative connotations intact.
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It finally feels like fall and the sky is starting to look that way as well.
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One of the few pieces to survive a client’s move from Wooster to West 38th, look at what I found in the corner of the principal’s desk.
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Stunning. My parents have always had several amaryllis bulbs around the house, but I am still amazed by the incredible growth and beauty that emerges.
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The last AKT trip of this season for me. A remarkably warm day with air temps approaching 70. Of course, the water temp has already dropped below 50 degrees. The tide was as high as I’ve ever seen it in Tivoli Bays and at the Saugerties Lighthouse. The Esopus was running large and the stretch below the waterfall produced some really wild conditions to manuveur with 16 ft boats. It also produced a few capsizes and rescues, while not particularly dangerous, were a little tricky.

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I still haven’t been able to bring myself to put down all my thoughts about this day. Its been well over a month and although I personally had a blast on the water that day (inspite of the truly exhausting leg to end the day), the events of the day raise many questions about knowing one’s own limits, trusting other to know their’s, leadership decisions, group decisions, safety and survival. It wasn’t a life or death kind of scenario, but the stakes were pretty high. Stranded on Plum Island and the inevitable arrest to follow, or a rescue at sea were both dangerously close to being immediate options. Here are a few images of the calm before the storm that simply don’t begin to convey the sequences of the day.

Photos of Plum Gut.