Monthly Archives: October 2020

Red Sandstone Trail Nocturne

Posted on October 26, 2020 by Dale Hobson

The Red Sandstone Trail runs between my home and the west shore of Sugar Island Flow on the Racquette River. I’ve been walking it since my teenage years, long before the local chapter of the Adirondack Mountain Club improved it … Continue reading →

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Election Reflection

Posted on October 21, 2020 by Dale Hobson

While I was doomscrolling through the day’s news of politics and pandemic, the wind began to rise. I didn’t really notice at first, until I began to mistake it for a distant train passing through the village. Then the “train” … Continue reading →

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Another rainy Monday

Posted on October 19, 2020 by Dale Hobson

As we teeter on the brink of the election and a third peak of the pandemic, it’s the little ordinary things that stubbornly remain ordinary that I find so discombobulating. Given the tumult of event and emotion, there should be … Continue reading →

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In the fall of fever, 10/8/20

Posted on October 12, 2020 by Dale Hobson

On this day, the official COVID-19 death toll in America hit 213,000. It could have been any unimaginably large number, but was this. I wanted to capture indirectly the feeling of waiting and grief and isolation, of anxiety too long … Continue reading →

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