On the banks of the Hudson, a reflection.

Spring         and       Summer

Fall

Winter

So, in case my Texas friends are wondering WHERE I am right now... this will show you the diverse seasons which take place where I grew up.  My sister is having her wedding on the banks of the Hudson River overlooking Rockwell Falls, named after my great, great, great, great, great Grandfather, Jeremy Rockwell. It is a picturesque scene in the foothills of the majestic Adirdondack mountains.  In the Spring sometimes, the water is flowing so heavily from the run off of all the snow from winter and you can't even tell where the falls are. In the summer, like today, the banks are lined with lush green foliage and beautiful river rocks jutting through the white-tipped rapids.  When Fall arrives [my favorite season of all up here] the colors are so beautiful that an artist's palette dulls in comparison to what you will feast your eyes on.  The trees alongside frame the rushing waters and rocks as if to say, "Aren't I gorgeous?  Take my picture!"  As for winter, although the falls are equally as beautiful in their own way, it is just too cold and frigid for me to bear, so I just gaze at them in amazement in a photograph, for their beauty and nostalgia are always with me at any given moment. I only have to access them up from memory. 

I have so many memories of the Falls from early childhood when I was told that a TROLL lived down there in a little house guarding them so that my sister, cousin and I wouldn't wander too close and fall in, which happened many times to casual observers who did not respect its strong force...to lazily lying on the warm, river rocks in the steamy hot days of summer, feeling the spray of the falls to cool me off.  It's my "Zen" place where I've cleared my thoughts and have been drawn to in times of despair and confusion.  For some reason, the clarity and calmness these Falls bring to me are bountiful.  I have shared special moments with many people that I love there and cherish the history they hold.  I'm sure many of my ancestors and relatives shared my deep-seated feelings in their lives too.

Me and my cuz, Caroline on the rock that juts out into the Falls. There is nothing like THIS rush!