Str8 from Turkey Day into xmas tree. I used to loathe this time of year. Now I love it.
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.
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.
Something that B and I have in common is that we like to get out of town for our b-days. For two years in a row we have seen our first snow of the season on the weekend between our b-days. This year we spent a couple of nights in West Kill, NY. It is a little town not far from Woodstock and Phoenecia. The place we stayed is on a dead end road on the back side of Hunter Mountain, called Spruceton Inn. The Inn is a cutesy (but not too cutesy) spot designed for exactly the type of weekend we were looking to have. Friday night we were able to build a fire and grill some burgs before the rain rolled in. We slept late on Saturday before hitting the Phoenicia Diner for brunch and exploring the town of Phoenicia for a bit. As we were headed back to toward the Inn Saturday afternoon, the rain turned to snow.
Saturday evening we dined at Peekamoose, which was a short drive from the Inn. Afterward, we stayed up late socializing and playing card games with some of the other guests in the Spruceton Inn canteen. Sunday morning the sun finally came out. B and I took a short hike (more of a nature walk, really) to Diamond Notch Falls before heading back to the city.
Despite the less than ideal weather, we had a really great time just relaxing and being off of the grid for a couple of days. I would definitely recommend all of the spots we stopped through. Although, be forewarned that the diner feels an awful lot like north Williamsburg. Even though we missed peak foliage, there were still plenty of colorful leaves on the trees. We may have to do it again next year.
This was one of those times where I got so distracted by life that I didn’t even realize it was going to be a 3 day weekend until last Friday. I wasn’t at all upset when I realized that Monday was Columbus day. Saturday I completed my 11th marathon. My post-finish photo to the left is courtesy of B. It was also my first race since I had ligament reconstruction on my ankle. Even though I felt pretty good on Sunday morning, I was definitely happy to have Monday as a bonus recovery day.
B didn’t waste any time giving me a honey-do list on Monday since I was going to be around the house all day. One of the items on the list was to hang a couple of skate decks (above) that had been stacked in the corner for several weeks now.
One additional mention-worthy-item is that the weather has officially turned fallish. Driving back from Hartford on Sunday there were a lot of leaves that had already changed colors in western Connecticut near Danbury. Monday, the high temp in NYC was still cool enough to be deemed hoodie weather. I’m pretty excited about that. The in between seasons are definitely my favorite.
Lastly: my second favorite BBC1 DJ, Phil Taggart put on a fantastic session Sunday night. I’m linking to it here (avail for 30 days, only).
And, if you scrolled this far down. Here is the August playlist-
We spent the long Easter weekend up north in a town near Portland Maine. One of B’s good friends from college lives there with her family. Her husband is a ridiculously talented chef. It was really nice to get out of the city, enjoy some fantastic company and amazing cuisine. This post is kind of photo-heavy because there was so much good stuffs to shoot. We checked out the lighthouse and old WWII era military installations at Fort Williams Park in Cape Elizabeth. There are also some snaps from wandering around downtown Portland. The Paella below was seriously better than Barcelona. I wish that I would have used a tighter aperture for that photo though, because the depth of field is more shallow than the Kardashians. Some serious amateur hour moves going on behind the camera in that one. Despite the terrible photo (two photos actually), I think that pro skills on display in front of the camera, along with the deliciousness of the food transcends the blown out bokeh. Very good times were had. Can’t wait to get back there when it is a bit warmer.
I’m not really sure what to write here. We decided to get a real Christmas tree. Brittany wanted to get a Charlie Brown tree. I wanted to get a 12 foot high blue spruce. We compromised. We got a 9 foot less-than-blue-spruce genome. it is a pretty great tree. Brittany snapped the above photo of me. I mostly hate photos of me. But I don’t really hate the one above. Girl got skils.
In Park City, they don’t mess around when Banksy tags up your coffee shop. That thing is covered in glass and steel, and labeled “Banksy.” Oh, Utah. Below– some of my peeps getting amped to ride Snowbird with me. There were 8 people at the resort that day. We owned that mountain.
Below: me and mah dream girl on hidden peak (photo by Jessie James).
Caption for the photo below– “Oh, they call this a black diamond in Utah? Cute.”
Jessie James doing some early season shredding below.