I had stopped out for a few drinks with a friend after work this evening. And afterwards was hesitant to run some intended errands, not only because of the beer consumption but mostly because of being ill prepared in dress for the chilly weather. Anyhow, I am really glad I did (as I usually am once I get on the bike). It felt so good to be in the brisk air in the evening. And I really needed to clear my head (about a few things not just from the beer). Anyhow, these are both images of Hoyt lake in Delaware park. It was so peaceful sitting there in the evening snapping these pics. Click either for a slightly larger view.
So I took the train home from NYC today. I’ve taken this train numerous times in my life and I still enjoy it. I’ve also posted pictures of this trip on other occasions, but not since last year. I was not going to post any–or even take any photos for that matter–until the train got rolling. Then I saw the autumn colors and couldn’t help myself…a constant moving panorama before my eyes as I relaxed and watched NY State go by. The route this particular train takes, as you may already know, begins in NYC and hugs the Hudson River up to Albany, the state capitol. There, after changing engines, it turns left and follows the Erie Canal to Buffalo, then crossing the border at Niagara Falls, and continuing on to Toronto. One of my favorites of these photos is the first one above, which is one of the first I shot this morning (the photos are in chronological order). It was about 7:30am and the sun had only been up for about an hour. As the train traveled north on the Hudson there was still the full moon hanging in the sky, just above a cargo ship. It was, I thought, pretty as a picture, so I took a photo of it. Click any for a slightly larger view.
Pinkish-orange sky. This was the view in front of me as I rode home this evening. Lovely autumn weather. Beautiful.
H.H. Richardson Complex, or more commonly known as the old section of the Buffalo Psychiatric Center. Straight out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie, right? It’s actually not as creepy looking in real life…more impressive than creepy (ok, at night it still is pretty creepy). After years of vacancy and neglect it’s finally being refurbished again (possibly as a hotel). The newly renovated grounds are lovely. Anyhow, as I rode past it tonight the lighting was just right so I had to take a few photos. Click either for a slightly larger view.
Another incredibly beautiful evening to be on a bike. It was crazy busy today at work facing the stove so it felt especially good to be out in the open air. These photos are in chronological order from top to bottom; I shot them about 15 minutes apart. The above one is facing east and the two below face west as the sun set. Evenings like these really inspire me…
If you’ve been to this blog previously one of the things you know about me is that I like to ride bikes. A lot. But sometimes nothing will do except using my own two feet and walk. Today was just that day. Autumn is my favorite season of the year and the weather here in Western New York has been so incredibly beautiful this past week that when I had something to do this morning I didn’t want to waste a minute of this idyllic day. And so instead of hopping on a bike, I walked. Here’s a few photos I took a long the way.
This is the view of the harvest moon from the end of my street in the middle of a medium-sized city on the eastern side of America. I find it really interesting and truly amazing that no matter what part of the globe you are reading these words sometime within a 24 hour span you too will see this very same image in real life. While autumn does not officially start for a few days the harvest moon unofficially ushers it in. A change of seasons; summer is behind us and autumn ahead of us. Time to move forward.
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
“Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn.”
Autumn has always been my favorite season. And yes, I realize that we are a couple weeks away from it’s official arrival, but these past couple days surly felt like it. It’s an introspective time for me; it always has been. I don’t know why, it just is. A sort of meditative melancholia, but in a good way (if that makes any sense). In the same way that spring brings renewal, I believe autumn does too, but in a different way. Things change…some things end and some begin. New schedules (my second year at seminary begins soon), new–or diminished–light in the sky, and a sort of preparation for things (both physically and spiritually) of what’s to come with the starkness of winter which will surely follow theses next few months. I had a sort of odd week at work, and a busy last couple of days, so I took a brisk and cleansing walk last night (which ended with stopping for a couple beers). It felt good to have the cool breeze on my face; it drizzled a little and that felt good as well. I could smell wood smoke in the air, and I too started a small but brief fire in my wood stove to take the chill off the house when I got home. The change of season feels good to me…needed. Anyhow, I thought I’d share these tow photos I took while walking; click either for a larger view.
“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
Though it’s not officially autumn yet it certainly feels like it today. It felt good. It was also the first day since last spring that I wore a light jacket. Many of you know–either by being a local or from reading this blog previously–that the Allentown that I mention in the the title of this post does not refer to the city of Allentown, Pennsylvania but rather to the neighborhood by the same name in the city in which I live, Buffalo, NY. Allentown, is small without doubt, something like 10 city blocks, but it’s culture is international. It is a village within a city, really. And it is both commercial and residential. The main thoroughfares–Allen Street and Elmwood Avenue, which intersect–are mostly (but not entirely) commercial, while most of the streets leading off of or intertwine to are mostly residential. It is a nice mix and I feel blessed to call this my home. I went out to purchase a bottle of wine this evening (which I am currently enjoying), and I brought along a camera and tripod (big surprise). And in the two city blocks walk to the liquor store (which is pictured here), I passed the following sights. A young woman playing a piano (when I asked her why she was playing her piano outside she stated simply that she liked to make beautiful music…and it was), multiple bars and restaurants (some of which are known for hosting international musicians, and some that…umm, well, let’s just say have reputations of their own, click here and here). I also passed a poetry reading and a mural dedicated to the late Spain Rodriguez (among other street art). As I took photos a few people came up to talk to me (this happens often), and one of the people was a guy about my age or maybe a little older who seemed a bit tipsy. He was an artist, he said, and had work hanging in galleries in Buffalo, New York City, and Rome. But still, he added, he liked to call this neighborhood home. I don’t know if he was telling the truth or stretching it. But what I do know is that all of this is within a 3 minute walk from my front door. And this is what I thought about on my brief walk home while the first chilly air of the season brushed across my face.
Just one photo. That is all. I rode to the waterfront this evening. It was cool, windy, and sort of blustery. Almost autumnal. I really enjoyed it. I ordered a beer and snapped a few photos while I watched the evening clouds roll in. This photo is my favorite. Buffalo Harbor. Click it for a larger view. And thank you, by the way, for your continued support in visiting and commenting. Peace.
On the bike…an acoustic guitar and two bottles of red wine.
The below image was taken just about 5pm this evening. I was on my way to meet my son at his music lesson when I passed an intersection and saw the below sunset…it is looking west over Buffalo’s Lower West side. And this, I thought to myself, is December in Buffalo? I stopped my bike in the middle of the street to snap a few pictures…and this is one of them.