Family Snowshoe Expedition

Note: This post features some photo and narrative content from a post previously (2/24/07) published on my other blog, My Runner's Feet. It does, however, inlcude more photos.

Weather Report: Cloudy, 22°F, 51% Humidity, Winds: From W @ 9 mph; feels like 12°F.

Anne, the boys, and I took advantage of the "nice" weather today to do some snowshoeing at Mendon Ponds Park. We are all fairly new (actually brand new) at snowshoeing, but are avid hikers, so getting used to the fotwear did not take long. The poem accompanying the pictures captures some of the crazy winter-walk spirit... that spirit which I like to think is that thing with which one is capable of becoming drunk...

"Drunken Winter" by Joseph Ceravolo

Oak oak! like like
it then
cold some wild paddle
so sky then;
flea you say
“geese geese” the boy
June of winter
of again
Oak sky

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River City Ride-Around 1

Driving through the city this afternoon, my wife Anne parked to walk and explore some different angles. The following poem by Pablo Medina, seems to me to capture the vibe I was going for. I like the way that the poet uses (I think) organic structures like hills and clouds, to describe the very inorganic reality of urban life. Oh, and I am not in New Jersey...

Cityscape 1
by Pablo Medina

Let the aroma of need
waft across the river to New Jersey:

all the snow and hills,
a sky that moves and moves.

I saw a rose in the clouds,
I saw happiness on fire.

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Note: This post features content which also appears on my other blog, My Runner's Feet.

A Snowy Walk Together

Note: This post features extended content which originally appeared in my other blog, My Runner's Feet.

"There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself."~Ruth Stout

Earlier this morning Anne and I walked to breakfast on the avenue. We were happy to be chaperoned, for a short time, by large fluffy snowflakes falling from the seemingly continuois grey skies. That doesn't however mean, we are carrying grey skies inside. Even after all the snow we have seen thus far this winter (and usually it doesn't really snow until late February or March) it is still a peaceful experience to observe, quietly chatting as we walk together...












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