Some mid-winter jams for your listening pleasure-
Some mid-winter jams for your listening pleasure-
I was unable to do any winter sports last winter because of ankle surgery. As a result, I’m attempting to double up this season. We got a jump start on the MLK holiday weekend by heading out to SLC. Since I have family out there it was an easy and dual purpose trip. I had been monitoring the snow situation via the Wasatch snow report, and via my family’s instagram feeds.
We had two excellent powder days last Thurs and Fri, then sneaked in some snowshoeing over Guardsman’s Pass on Sunday. I wish that I would have been a little more vigilant about lugging the camera around. But honestly, Thurs and Fri were so snowy that it would have been a total pain to break it out. I did manage to bring it along snowshoeing though. While the valley was totally socked in with clouds and lake effect flurries, up on Guardsman’s it was bluebird skies and no wind. Dreamy, actually. I included a few shots from below and above the cloud line, on our way up the canyon.
B snapped the photo of me below:
A timer shot which I will get in trouble for publishing. But I like it:
This little pooch loves running around in the snow! Saturday was the first real snow of 2017 for NYC. It was nice to be able to enjoy it for that brief window before it all turns to frozen grey sludge.
Well, it’s 2017. Hooray? Anyway, here is a playlist for January. I’m also really digging the new London Grammar track (that didn’t make the playlist). Happy and healthy New Year to everyone!
We may have found a new element to our Christmas tradition this year. Donation night at the Whitney Museum was the night before Christmas eve (photos below). It was actually my first visit to the Whitney at its new location. Which is kind of shameful considering that I lived a walkable distance from it for nearly a year after it opened. Anyway, it wasn’t crowded at all. I would definitely recommend it. Going to a museum after normal hours is always fun.
We kicked up the corny factor a couple of notches and took a photo in front of the tree this year (my idea, of course). Apparently I don’t know what to do with my hands in photos when I’m not throwing deuces. I guess I just go for the self-butt-grab? Anyway, there is our attempt of a Christmas photo. Overall, a successful yuletide celebration. One week to recover before New Years.
In the days of yore, I spent many a Thanksgiving in Boston. After all of my friends there graduated and moved away, I didn’t really have a reason to visit. That changed again this year. B’s brother opened a resto with some of his friends earlier this year and they invited us up for the holiday. We did a lot of walking around in the city. B spotted an old Shepard Fairey, that is undoubtedly a relic from his ICA promo. Kind of cool because of the fact that his arrest for putting up promo pieces led to the artist being banned from Bean Town.
Anyway, the restaurant is awesome. The food was amazing. The company was fantastic. It is always tough to come back to reality after such a nice weekend away.
We hit a couple of openings over the weekend. Among them was Parra’s latest work, showing at the Joshua Liner Gallery. I’d say that was my favorite of the three. We also stopped by the Allouche Gallery. It is a newish gallery in MePa. We wanted to check out the latest work by Revok. It was quite a departure from his previous stuff. It definitely is not my favorite of his. But I’m still glad we stopped by. We also happened to pop into the Paul Kasmin Gallery after Parra on Thursday night. The IVÁN NAVARRO exhibit is definitely some good intstagram fodder.
When we were in the cab headed home, winter arrived in NYC. It made for some good rainy windshield bokeh, haha.
Taking a break from the usual fare to pay tribute to the veterans today. As fate would have it, some pretty amazing photography work landed in my inbox earlier this week. The author of these photos is no other than my grandfather (and favorite veteran), Don Verle Breinholt, Sr., Tank Commander in Patton’s Third Army during WWII. My mom, who is currently working on a book detailing his life, has been scanning scores of original photos for the book. These four photos were taken from my grandfather’s transport ship in August of 1945 as he was entering New York harbor on his way home from the European theater. I heard him describe this event on a few occasions in my lifetime. Each time I heard him tell me the story, it gave me goosebumps. In part of a PBS special that a Salt Lake network produces about local WWII veterans, he recounted the experience again. If you scroll to the bottom of the post, you can listen to him fight back his emotions as he describes the experience in a clip from the PBS special. God bless all of those who served this country.
Sunday morning we had the pleasure of soaking in the energy of the NYC Marathon. Whether I’m running or watching, this race gets me every time. We posted up along the course in Brooklyn to cheer for our friends who were running (and for everyone else). The weather could not have been much better.