Tag Archives: Adirondack Mountains

Dueling Banjos: An Adirondack Reflection

Sometimes the universe rhymes. Have you ever noticed that? As if there’s a poetry underneath our everyday lives, and sometimes — when we’re lucky — the poetry floats up to the surface. “Dueling Banjos” à la Adirondacks This morning I … Continue reading →

by virtualDavis Posted on March 25, 2013
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Adirondack Birding and Squirreling

Rather than whining through another verse of the Bali Blues on my harmonica, I awoke on my first morning back at Rosslyn in a fever to jump-start autumn/winter rituals. Top of the list was setting up the bird feeders in … Continue reading →

by virtualDavis Posted on November 8, 2012
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See you at Depot Theatre Tommorrow

Adirondack storyteller and writer, George Davis, needs you to help him kill a few stories on Wednesday, August 3 at The Depot Theatre in Westport, NY. Prepare for a pell-mell parade of vignettes, monologues and readings ranging from a wader-wearing … Continue reading →

by virtualDavis Posted on August 2, 2011
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Totally, unabashedly, irreversibly seduced

Today’s question from Al Katkowsky‘s Question of the Day book was the perfect invitation to reflect on Rosslyn Redux, the “big picture”! What should you definitely not have done that turned out okay anyway? In the summer of 2006 I … Continue reading →

by virtualDavis Posted on July 19, 2011
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Crooning to the Adirondack Sunset

“Martin Sexton croons to the Adirondack sunset,” reads the minimalist description for this beautiful video. Another video for Martin Sexton’s Over My Head reads, “Martin Sexton sings before the sunrise over Loon Lake, Adirondack Mountains.” Somewhat dissimilar but soulful songs … Continue reading →

by virtualDavis Posted on June 23, 2011
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Ed Pais visits Rosslyn Boathouse

Edward Pais was a classmate of mine at Deerfield Academy from 1986 to 1990, and he now practices architecture in Burlington, Vermont. Despite being out of touch for more than two decades we recently reconnected via Facebook. Ed joined the … Continue reading →

by virtualDavis Posted on June 13, 2011
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Postprandial Soak

After dinner Susan opted for a postprandial soak. Quiet. Languid. Sybaritic. Tasha curled up beside the bathtub, sighed and fell asleep. A breeze carried the faint smell of pine trees through the open window. A whippoorwill called in the distance. … Continue reading →

by virtualDavis Posted on June 2, 2011
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Rosslyn for Sale

Susan and I were driving back to Rock Harbor after visiting Rosslyn, an early 19th century home in Essex, New York, which our realtor had just shown us for the second time in several months. It was spring. At least … Continue reading →

by virtualDavis Posted on May 16, 2011
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