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Travelogue #1 - Watkins Glen, July 22 - 24, 2013

Watkins Glen, NY is Gorges. I know, I know. That was groan-worthy, but I have to write about this trip while it's still fresh in my mind. Watkins Glen marks my fifth trip to New York's sublime Finger Lakes Region (Skaneateles still remains my favorite, but only by a narrow margin).

Seneca Lake is capped by two major small towns, Geneva at its north point and Watkins Glen at the southern tip. In Watkins Glen, North and South Franklin Streets are the town's main thoroughfare and it's appropriately dotted with Mom and Pop shops intermingled with some franchise restaurant chains. The downtown area looks to be in fits of revival; there's a mix of new and old that lends an overall shabby chic quality to the surroundings: a cool movie theater, a decent variety of restaurant choices, the upscale Harbor Hotel, but there are also abandoned and outdated storefronts. Overall however, Watkins Glen exudes the charm of a small hometown. 

In the middle of downtown, you come across t…

Back to Work

After being unemployed for almost ten months, I return to work on July 29. Going back into the workforce has left me excited, but also nervous and uneasy. I guess it's normal, but part of me feels unsure about re-entering - for lack of a better term - the rat race. It helps that I like my employer, but only this time I'm going to have a plan. You'll forgive me if I don't offer details, but I want this blog entry to act as as a reminder of the promise I made myself after some long, hard months of soul searching and not a bit of depression. I'll be the first to admit that I don't like when people leave vague posts, so for the other person who's reading this, I apologize, but this one I'm keeping for myself.

As a consolation prize, I offer you this:

They Say It's Your Birthday

Today is my birthday and I turned the big four two. They always say it's nothing but a number, but when you still feel like 24 and your body tells you otherwise, well, you have to start paying attention to certain numbers (blood pressure, cholesterol count, weight, just to name a few).

In any case, it was a quiet day and I walked over to Silver Beach -  a ten minute walk from my house. Brought my Kindle and continued my reading the history of the Emperors of Ancient Rome (did you know Trajan and Hadrian, both highly regarded in the history books as the finest, most dynamic leaders of the Empire, pretty much enjoyed the company of men more than their own wives?)

 I even managed to take a dip in the beautiful waters. It was wonderful. It's the simple pleasures as we get older; cliche as it always sounds.

This was my view:

Later, my dear friends Mike and Rachel took me out to the Bonefish Grill for a wonderful dinner and conversation.

Felt like an Emperor today.

Speaking of Em…

Dipping My Toes in the Lake Known as HDR

In my previous post, I explained why I take photographs. I really should have qualified it with a "Part I" subtitle.  I've been taking photos for over 15 years, but never turned it into a professional discipline. For me, there's something vaguely scary about monetizing a hobby. Committing to an activity that I thoroughly enjoy, and trying to make a living from it, seems to sap the fun out of it. I'm not saying this is a logical statement; as you can hardly argue an emotion. So for the longest time, I've kept an arm's length to anything dealing with the business side of photography. I can't seem to make that leap, so I keep it just on the other side of things: I travel and take road trips, scout locations and just enjoy the process of interpreting nature through the mechanical eye of the camera.


But I noticed that my craft was stagnating. Even if I'm not going to market myself as an event or studio photographer, I still need to take my work …