I have come to that stage in my life where Father’s Day means visiting my parents’ gravesite.
Author: Steven Tryon
I am a photographer, walker, and sometime paddler, a theologically-educated geek living in Rochester, NY. Once upon a time I was an Army helicopter jockey in Alaska.
I started with film, switched to digital, then went back to classic film cameras.
With major back surgery in August 2019 and bunion repair in January 2020 now behind me, I am gearing up to start Appalachian Trail NOBO in June, 2021 to celebrate my seventy-first birthday. Blogging for The Trek.
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A light on my path
Different day, but still gloriously bright. I followed a path along one of the ridges jutting out into Eastman Lake.
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And there were shadows
Were there is bright sunshine there are also deep shadows.
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Leaves over the lake
I took the Yashica-D down to Durand Eastman Park a couple times a week ago. Both were exceedingly bright days.
Simon & Garfunkel’s words have been echoing through my head. I don’t feel old, but I will readily agree that it feels strange to be seventy.
Back when I first heard the song in the 1960s I thought seventy was old. I’m not so sure of that now.
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By the edge of the bay
I walked down to the Irondequoit Bay outlet one day last week. These three are looking south from the north end of the bay. The bridge in the distance was completed in 1969. I have been over and under it many times. Two different worlds.
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Flood pump
The Lake Ontario and Irondequoit Bay water levels are high, but nearly as high as it has been. Hopefully the pump can sit idle this season.
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Neighborly light
As is my practice, I saved the last frame for home. The afternoon light was bouncing off something bright on the other side of the neighbor’s fence. I decided to try to capture it.
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Marge’s Lakeside Inn
Marge’s is a popular watering hole, especially in the summertime when her guests like to walk around the beach in their bare feet.
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I am a racist
I am a racist. Racism is deeply embedded in the white psyche. I have been a privileged white male for nearly seventy years. But I know better.
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