bucolics anonymous

The hiatus is over. Just got back from a relaxing, summer’s-last-gasp escape to upstate New York, where reliable wifi is rare, the views stretch on into eternity, the sun is toasty and the crisp alpine air is heavily scented with spruce…

lake placid as seen from the top of whiteface mountain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lake Placid is… well, as you can clearly see, placid.

There was lots of this…

tramping through the wildflowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And this…

dipping my feet in the chilly AuSable River

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And since these are the Adirondacks, there was plenty of this (as one might expect)…

antler chandelier in the Adirondack style, of course

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everything here is rustic, hewn from logs by hearty mountain men. Even the butter…

woody salt and pepper shakers at Kanu

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So now it’s back to the remodel, back to our urban mess, back to life. But not before we take just a moment to listen to the Log Song…

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