Monthly Archives: February 2017

Jase Enjoying the Day

“The more people I meet, the more I like my labrador.”


“We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare. In return, dogs give us their all. It’s the best deal man has ever made.”

– M. Ackklam

“The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.”

– Unknown


Yes, my daughter plays hockey…

“A good hockey player plays where the puck is. A great hockey player plays where the puck is going to be.”

-Wayne Gretzky
“My goal is to deny yours.”
-Author Unknown
“Half the game is mental; the other half is being mental.”
-Jim McKenny
My daughter has been playing hockey, both roller and ice, for about eleven years. She currently is a defenseman on a Girls U19 travel team for Pawling Youth Hockey.

A Warm Sunrise

“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”

-John Muir
I took these pictures on my walk in from the parking lot today at work. Another beautifully warm day for the month of February.  

My Hideout-The Trail


When I walk into the woods,

I feel the comforting embrace of the trail,

Each step wrapping me tighter in the cloak of its essence,

Like a mother swaddling a newborn,

The cloak reaffirms the journey,

Drowning each sorrow with the promise of tomorrow,

The trail my refuge, my hideout,

The woods calling out, offering nothing but safe passage,

Thoughts of the empty miles ahead, filled with the scent of Spring,

Trees swaying in a calming cadence that help me navigate

Each winding trail as if it were my own,

The woods, my refuge, my hideout.


Transition to Spring


Cold winter nights, fresh snow softly falling,

Thoughts of warmer days with a pack on my back,

Moving silently through the woods, boots kicking up dirt.

Newly released from winters grasp,  each step a promise,

A promise of longer days and peaceful nights that bring

The mesmerizing rush of spring streams and the crack of dead

Winter limbs. As the woods open their arms and embrace each soul

As its own, we long for the simple touch of springs sweet caress.

Hiking The A.T.


I seek fellowship

On the white blazes of life.

Quiet steps blurred

By the shadows of hikers

Marching on the open path,

Seeking answers to

Everything, finding inner

Peace on the worn earth, 

Each step a reminder of

A fomer life left behind