For many years the clock buttressing the Colgate factory in downtown Jersey City was the sole impressive sight when folks in Manhattan looked across the river towards New Jersey. Over the past 25 years or so that has changed with the construction of looming (more…)
It’s a lovely evening and I thought you might enjoy a snack. So, enjoy!
The Queen Victoria
Cape May is famous for its historic, gingerbread houses. Originally private homes, many have been converted to Bed & Breakfast inns. You can’t help but feel as if you’ve stumbled into a fairy tale when you stroll around. It really is something special. Here’s a small taste of what the town has to offer. (more…)
I’ve tagged along with the lovely Ms. Trask to the southernmost southern part of New Jersey while she attends a conference. We’re camped in the pretty town of Cape May which has the distinction of being designated a National Historic Landmark. Not just a few of the cool buildings, of which there are plenty. The entire freakin’ town. So while she is (more…)
I took the day off and went with a buddy to Morristown, a small city in northern New Jersey, camera in hand. Here’s a small taste of what we saw.
"Patriot's Farewell" is a statue in the Morristown Green paying tribute to the New Jersey Militia and families whose sacrifices created a strong and enduring nation.
This is the perfect time of the year for the beach. The crowds are elsewhere, not particularly interested in land’s end if they can’t lie on the sand and soak up the sun. Not especially intrigued since the carnival attractions remain (more…)
#10 Columbia Trail
Yesterday Red, the lovely Ms. Trask, my sister and her handsome brood spent part of the afternoon walking along the Columbia Trail in northern Jersey. It was my sis’ suggestion, a way to get out and enjoy the weather, threatening as it was. She and her running coven regularly (more…)
I was leafing through my digital photo files as one with digital photo files tends to do when I happened upon the thing above created sometime during Dubya’s Reign of Mispronunciation. When I first began diddling with photography back in the olden days of aught 5 I quickly became enamored with the various hoo-ha’s and dimwhittles available in your basic photo editing software packages. (Or was it aught 4? Maybe aught 3? I ought to know, but I asking me to remember that far back is like (more…)
outside Hopewell, NJ
I like to refer to New Jersey as “Our Little Secret” because of its surprising diversity and beauty. Of course if you don’t live here you can’t call it that. You’ll have to find something else to (more…)
Trask Avenue 