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…)
Spring brings a change in attitude. Some folks feel a lifting of the spirit, a loosening of the depressive chains brought on by winter’s short days and cold weather. Others anxiously anticipate the blossoming of trees and plants, the renewal of nature’s life cycle. Children begin to sense the possibilities of summer and no school. Baseball fans embrace misplaced hope, convinced this will be the season their team finally wins. Everything blooms (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…)
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…)
There’s a bit of pre-spring restlessness bouncing about my head. The sky is gray, the air continues to hold a noticeable chill, and buds have not quite budded. Yet I know winter’s end is within reach. It’s right there, just beyond my outstretched fingers. Granted, this New Jersey winter (more…)
Being from New Jersey, and of a certain age, it’s practically a moral imperative to like Bruce Springsteen. I imagine it’s similar with Prince in Minnesota or Reba McIntyre in Oklahoma or Pink Lady in Japan. (That sharp, blinding pain shooting behind your left eye is the Pink Lady memory rush I just laid on you.) I think in Springsteen’s case (more…)
old carousel house
When I was a kid my family would occasionally splurge and spend a few days and nights in Asbury Park, once a thriving New Jersey beach resort. Nowadays Asbury Park is best known as the town where Bruce Springsteen earned his musical chops. In reality he played ferociously up and down the Jersey shore in those days, but thanks in large part to (more…)
Beauty fades, or so they claim. It slowly melts away leaving nothing more than a bittersweet memory. While attitudes about what constitutes beauty change with the times, the belief its existence is always a temporary phenomenon remains prevalent. This mindset is fixated on the new, the young and, occasionally, the different. It often dismisses (more…)
Trask Avenue 