The calm before the storm.
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Monthly Archives: January 2017
Room 337…
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
-Jack Torrance
I am in Glens Falls, NY enjoying the weekend at my daughters hockey tournament. For the past few year we have braved the cold and the elements to journey three hours north for some hockey excitement! Usually we stay at the Marriot, which is about 15 minutes from both of the rinks, but this year they decided to stay closer to the rinks to cut down on driving time. So here we are at the Queensbury Hotel.
I am trying to remain positive, but as soon as I walked in the entrance my first thought was, “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” I thought I was at the Overlook, the hotel from the movie The Shining. If twin girls had walked around the corner, I’m pretty sure I would have dropped dead right there. That’s right, word has it that this hotel is haunted. And here we are on Friday the 13th with a full moon in a haunted hotel. Luckily, we didn’t get stuck in room 237. Instead, we are in room 337. You can’t make this stuff up! Anyway, I thought that I would share some photos of the hotel with you.
Not room 237 but close enough to freak me out, (a little).
Can’t you picture little Danny riding his big wheel down the hall??
The Kiss of Winter
Soft flowing water
Falls prey to winters icy kiss.
Forgotten love, lifeless and cold,
Is seen from behind a frosty barricade,
The soul the unknowing victim.
Twisted by time and a half written rhyme,
We all seek a peaceful reprise.
Your Eyes
Your eyes hold the key
That welcome me into your
Exquisite being
Unsure at first, I allow
Myself to be taken whole
The Dream
Chasing a dream,
Her hands on the reins,
Melting pink melancholy the backdrop to hope,
Liquid yellow and orange sunshine warm the heart,
Seeking the truth, the answer, to love, lost and imagined
The dream, and love, both out of reach as fog clouds each
Piece of the past, the puzzle incomplete, broken,
Wishing it was easy, forever lending herself to time.
A One Of A Kind Ice Rink
“I call architecture frozen music.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Most of the ice rinks that you see these days are mainly large industrial building that lack any type of architectual savvy. Over the fifteen years that I have traveling to rinks in New York, New Jersey, Connecticut and Massachusetts, not many have the complexity that the Jackson Rink at the Westminster school in Simsbury, CT has. This is without a doubt the nicest (and coldest) rink that I have seen either of my children play in. A truly beautiful building. Check out the photos of the interior of the rink.
Saying Goodbye
The eyes of the dying man closed,
Moist with memories, he struuggles to see,
Blind and held captive by the past,
He stumbles through the years
Silently asking for nothing but more time, a second chance
To reclaim what has been misplaced by the ghosts of time.
Darkness envelopes him, a small light in the distance calls out,
Peace.
January Snow…
“A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky—unbidden—and seems like a thing of wonder.”
-Susan Orlean
“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.”
— George R.R. Martin
Our dog Jase’s favorite soccer ball.
A snowy day waiting for my daughters hockey game to start in South Kent, CT.
Snow falling.
South Kent, CT.
Why Can’t You See?
Looking through my eyes
Progress slowly fades away.
Eroding senses
Means no change, time wasted, as
The breath of ignorance rules.
Sometimes I Wonder…
What happens when you
Ignore the obvious? you
Lose sight of what is
Truly needed, hurting those
Who you are supposed to help
The Zen Hiker 