Calzone
Gear Whore #1
The “Gateway To The Hudson Highlands” (Peekskill) has moody weather. Pretty much it can rain at anytime, and the weather can be unpredictable. The forecast can be for rain and overcast, and it will be a sunny day. This happens frequently and also the opposite.
In New Mexico there is an expression: “If you don’t like the weather wait 5 minutes.” It was in New Mexico where I first experience the wonder of “thunder-snow.” The first time I experience thunder snow the flakes were the size of marbles, and the snow appeared to dance and float to the extent that I felt like I was living within a massive snow-globe.
Meanwhile the air was still, the temperature so mild that I wore a T-shirt while gathering firewood to bring in sidearm the two bedroom log cabin I lived in that was 47 miles from civilization, and so remote that I got not TV reception.
Below Peekskill the western side of the Hudson River are rocky cliffs, on the eastern bank the terrain is alluvial and marshy, but further north my city is surrounded by a ring of mountains and the Hudson River widens into a bay.
Even though I am 40-50 miles inland, the Hudson River in Peekskill is brackish, and there is a tide that raises and lowers all the way to Albany.
The western side of the Hudson is wilder and more mountainous.
I’m on my third day of staining the upstairs bathroom trim. The gel stain is a translucent mahogany with a subdued red tint, but as I apply layers it darkens to a rich deep brown. The effect I’m trying to achieve is to gain depth, and for there to be an emerging red from the brown to create a “glow” of sorts depending on light and distance to create an engagement and interaction.
Only an artist and photographer would go to such trouble, but I think these moldings extend to my surroundings. The light in the Hudson Valley is kinda bright like at the beach or the Hamptons on Long Island because of the reflected light off the water. There is a good amount of mixing of air to creat very dramatic clouds, and I understand why the Hudson River School of painting tried to capture this light before there was photography.
The light is lively, and there is this interplay between sky, water and clouds. The light seems to be momentary, at least it is from the 40 windows of the Baby-Victorian.
Know that in the early morning there is a glow in my hallway though a stained glass window (original 1912), but later in the afternoon the “golden-hour” actually enters the house setting it all a glow.
Dusk approaches rapidly, and darkness is kinda sudden as the sun tucks behind the western mountains.
Anyways I appreciate this light, and it contrasts sharply against the grit and grime of NYC that is only an hour away.
I await the gel stain to dry, and then I will remove the masking tape.
Cal
In New Mexico there is an expression: “If you don’t like the weather wait 5 minutes.” It was in New Mexico where I first experience the wonder of “thunder-snow.” The first time I experience thunder snow the flakes were the size of marbles, and the snow appeared to dance and float to the extent that I felt like I was living within a massive snow-globe.
Meanwhile the air was still, the temperature so mild that I wore a T-shirt while gathering firewood to bring in sidearm the two bedroom log cabin I lived in that was 47 miles from civilization, and so remote that I got not TV reception.
Below Peekskill the western side of the Hudson River are rocky cliffs, on the eastern bank the terrain is alluvial and marshy, but further north my city is surrounded by a ring of mountains and the Hudson River widens into a bay.
Even though I am 40-50 miles inland, the Hudson River in Peekskill is brackish, and there is a tide that raises and lowers all the way to Albany.
The western side of the Hudson is wilder and more mountainous.
I’m on my third day of staining the upstairs bathroom trim. The gel stain is a translucent mahogany with a subdued red tint, but as I apply layers it darkens to a rich deep brown. The effect I’m trying to achieve is to gain depth, and for there to be an emerging red from the brown to create a “glow” of sorts depending on light and distance to create an engagement and interaction.
Only an artist and photographer would go to such trouble, but I think these moldings extend to my surroundings. The light in the Hudson Valley is kinda bright like at the beach or the Hamptons on Long Island because of the reflected light off the water. There is a good amount of mixing of air to creat very dramatic clouds, and I understand why the Hudson River School of painting tried to capture this light before there was photography.
The light is lively, and there is this interplay between sky, water and clouds. The light seems to be momentary, at least it is from the 40 windows of the Baby-Victorian.
Know that in the early morning there is a glow in my hallway though a stained glass window (original 1912), but later in the afternoon the “golden-hour” actually enters the house setting it all a glow.
Dusk approaches rapidly, and darkness is kinda sudden as the sun tucks behind the western mountains.
Anyways I appreciate this light, and it contrasts sharply against the grit and grime of NYC that is only an hour away.
I await the gel stain to dry, and then I will remove the masking tape.
Cal