Friday, August 21, 2015

a country weekend

Country weekends are much the same-- the frog pond, wildflowers, farmers markets, wading, moss, ferns...But it always feels fresh. There is less noise there. Cell phones don't work, internet is slow and shaky, there is more space to breathe and think and not think. When I was young I did a lot of camping, backpacking, hiking, sleeping outside. I've never once slept outside of our house in the Catskills, but lately I've been feeling the urge for a campfire and a night of stars. I'm too domesticated, I want to let things go.

Friday, August 14, 2015


Central Park, New York

Mark Rothko, MOMA

In front of the Brooklyn Museum

Wild Raspberry, Catskills, Upstate New York

Aji and garden flowers.

Hello Friends,
I've been quiet, feeling like I either have nothing new to say here, or too much. I can't find the medium. It will come, or maybe not. But I love this place, and my connection to you, and can't stay away for too long. A few pictures from my summer.
I hope all is well with you.
xo, Jennifer