Wonder (with some knitting thrown in for free)
The Oxbow by Thomas Cole via I see now the Hudson River School's inspiration. We've driven the stretch of I-95 past Manhattan more times than I can count in the past two years, and the sky is always changing, always an expanse atop the steel and glass and concrete. It takes a lot of imagination to picture the highway before the refineries and teeming cars, but a visit to the Met or to an overlook on the Palisades can help. Little M and I spent a delightful hour looking far out, over and across the Hudson, this spring. The view, the clouds...breathtaking. We hoped to see a peregrine falcon, but were disappointed. (By the bird's absence, not the view.) This season has been one for the birds--Baltimore Oriole song resounded in the woods during May and June. I still hear the occasional peep from one, but they've fallen silent now that the busy work of nesting and raising their families is over. We had a sweet Carolina wren pair nest in our mailb...
