Our New York Vacation
I hadn't been home for six years, and the last time I was there I didn't take very many pictures. This time I really tried to capture the unique aspects of my home in the Adirondack Mountains. When I think of home, it's the land that I remember: The smell of the pines, the softness of the needles and leaves on the forest floor, the rain drumming its tune on my bedroom roof, the wild strawberries and flowers and ferns and mosses. I remember the humidity, the blueness of the rural New York sky, the mosquitoes and deer flies and black flies. I remember the forest, the waterfalls, fishing and hiking and cross-country skiing and cutting our own Christmas tree. I remember Home. The beautiful blue sky, complete with the moon, around 4 pm.Even now, I remember how I felt when I looked outside and saw this. It's gorgeous. I grew up in the town of Stony Creek (No, there was not an e in Stony. Strange.) Stony Creek is one of several creeks in my little town (We...