Mountains. Clouds. Texture.

Mountains. Clouds. Texture.

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Hello. I'm back.

I was away for bit, two months to be exact. A very long pause.

My whole family went up to the northern Catskills for the summer. It was sublime.

My boys did what city boys do, when confronted with nature. There was rock throwing into lakes, tree climbing, digging for worms, stacking rocks and playing in creeks. On rainy days, we perfected paper planes and gorged on old Disney films. 

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What did I do? I fiddled with my camera. Took a lot of photos. Mostly, I stared at skies and mountains as if I had never seen them before and as if I would never see them again.

Learning to unclench your jaw takes weeks. Our highly busy, stress filled city life was completely forgotten in two months.

I'm still processing it all and I still feel serene, despite having been back in NYC for four weeks now.

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Rather than ply you with all my charming vacation photos, I'd just like to share something I found in immense quantities while there and I found so soothing to look at. 

It was texture, in nature and in man made things as well. We hear talk of texture in interior design, art and fashion. Seems like we love to see and feel the patina of things, the gradations of color and feel. I found it inspiring, maybe you will too. At the very least, you may find it meditative, as I did.

Enjoy.

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