Biking along the Mohawk

We hadn’t been since the fall. And although upstate New York was dealt an unusually mild winter, last weekend was my first time out for a bike ride with my mom in a while.

We tried the path at Rotterdam Junction, which was underwater last August when Hurricane Irene caused the Mohawk River to swell and flood the city of Amsterdam, parts of Scotia, the Stockade section of Schenectady and the Rotterdam Junction.


It was difficult to tell whether the drab brown landscape was just a recently melted spring landscape or a post-flood landscape, or a little of both. But there was a smell along parts of the path that I know to be the lingering odor of flood.

The first smells of spring were also alive, so our trek west toward Pattersonville was not so bad. Except we didn’t get too far. The trail is blocked off with Jersey barriers by a rail company, so we turned around and biked toward Scotia, along parts of Interstate 890.





The path has some of what you might expect: hissing geese, swampy looking fields, litter along the banks of 890. And some of what you might not: a junk yard to the south and an old man jogging with very visible nipple chafing through his white wife beater.


To be fair, it’s probably too soon to rate the junction as one of my least favorite biking trails. But the paths in Fort Plain, Saint Johnsville and Little Falls were beautiful during summer and fall, and the sound of traffic was distant, if not non-existent.


Neat v. messy

For as obsessively neat as I tend to be, I have quite an obsession with cluttered rooms. I could see myself with a bright, beautiful, wide open home — so long as I have that one room where I can lounge with a book in my own mess of coffee cups and cookie crumbs.

Image via Craft Idea Every Day.

As if in a dream

As I learn the history of my own city, I’ve begun appreciating others much more. I would love to spend a month in each of these classic cities.

A foggy New York City

The streets of Paris

Canals of Venice

Photos via EyePoetry.

Curled up

Who doesn’t love a good nook?

To sip coffee and enjoy sun rays…

To lounge and read…


To daydream…


Photo via In Search of the Perfect Nook, an awesome tumblr idea.


“I have loved to the point of madness, that which is called madness, that which to me is the only sensible way to love.” —Francoise Sagan

Donnez-moi un bon jour

Sunday mornings are lovely with a cup of coffee and wanderlust over my favorite bookmarked Etsy sites.

Photos via EyePoetryPhotography.

December nights

For late nights at work when all you feel like doing is going for a long walk under holiday lights with a cup of hot chocolate and the boy you’re smitten with.

Photo via Tumblr.


This song. White lights. The right company.


In love and in life

“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.” Charles Bukowski

Image via Fanpop.

Morning mists

In my usual pre-coffee, half-awake daze, I stepped out onto my front porch this morning and saw a thick fog had descended. I really like morning fogs if only because their dream-like nature makes me feel suspended in that precious time where it is not yet a new day filled with work and responsibility.

Some gorgeous mists…

Dordogne, South West France

High Tatras, Slovakia

High Tatras, Slovakia

Lake Bled, Slovenia

Photos via Flickr, Flickr, Flickr and Flickr