Typical single family home
Rocky Hill is a small borough in central New Jersey, part of the larger Montgomery Township. It is primarily residential. A few scattered businesses, a couple of eateries, a church, post office and fire house also call it home. There is really not much cause to make Rocky Hill your destination, save the restaurants. This is a small shame since the town, though modest, is quite (more…)
For several decades Caryn’s grandparents owned a chicken farm. They stopped raising chickens further back than Caryn’s memories take her and sold the property about 30 years ago when they retired. I have heard stories about the farm, but never had a chance to see it. So on a glorious Saturday afternoon we impulsively (more…)
I am a big fan of the old Polaroid aesthetic. Unfortunately, I don’t own an old Polaroid camera. And if I did film is darn tough to come by, so the camera would probably sit around gathering dust. Much like me on a typical weekend. Fortunately, we live in a time when things like (more…)
New Orleans shows the world its bright, colorful face. As well it should. The city vibrates with music and fun and eccentricity and laughter and food. Musicians walk the streets with tubas and trombones poised for action. The oldest continuing running streetcar service in the United States takes people most anywhere they need to go for (more…)
It takes more than a few days of wandering around with a camera to capture the essence of any place. Many people wander for years and it escapes them. I spent a good portion of my recent five days in New Orleans trying to capture on digital film at least a tiny glimpse of what makes this city such a (more…)
Blair Hall at dusk
Poor planning combined with ungodly Friday evening traffic, that’s what it was. After a light supper-type meal at a diner to the north, the lovely Ms. Trask and I headed back south. We blasted past the homestead, cruising straight into Princeton which is as fine a place as any to wander in these parts. Especially on a temperate May evening. Especially in search of (more…)
My folks, though far from wealthy, believed in family vacations. They tried to take my sister and me on some sort of trip every year, a week away from the mean streets of northern New Jersey. Usually it was a jaunt to the shore or a few hours by car to the wilds of Pennsylvania or New York. But occasionally they would pop a real surprise on us and scrape together enough scratch to go exotic. 1973 was one (more…)
Dorothy Parker drank here.
Several weeks ago the lovely Ms. Trask and I took a short holiday 700+ miles due south to the Palmetto State, South Carolina. The palmetto is South Carolina’s state tree and it looks like, as you might imagine, a palm tree. Seeing palm trees in what, to the mild November eye, appeared to be a decidedly non-tropical environment is an odd, though not unpleasant site. The images the uninitiated have of South Carolina may include plantations, shrimpers, marshlands, beaches, and (more…)
Trask Avenue 