Burger Hill
Thanksgiving was lovely. I spent four days in my studio, peppered with visits from friends. Lots of good warm feelings, great food, lively company. It was a weekend where I could say "I really felt the love". At this point in my life, friends and tradition are hugely important. After seeing death knock on a few doors, I have learned first hand how precious life is, and that things which I have grumbled about in the past, or thought were a disaster, were not worthy of the importance I had given them. I've grown to become upset about less, and am more thankful than ever for all that I have. And the love. I really FEEL the love as it pulses with an ebb and flow. After one of the gatherings with friends, Larry and I stopped at Burger Hill, off 9G south of Rhinebeck. The sunset colors were promising to be beautiful, the evening air crisp but not cold. It was a short, but an uphill hike to the edge of the hill, and I walked it ...