Dry Amidst Lush at Julien’s Farm Store Garden

Amidst the overgrown, riotous, lush, nourishing garden of Julien’s Farm Store (perhaps the best breakfast in northern Connecticut), this trellis-like arrangement of sticks supporting an array of growing vines stands out for its profound lack of photosynthetic light absorbers.

Dry Amidst Lush at Julien's Farm Store Garden

Light Academia

If “Dark Academia” has become a fairly well-worn genre with familiar tropes, I can’t say I’d mind finding a more optimistic and friendly version—less secret knowledge driving cults towards madness, more dragging indoor furniture into the sunshine to produce a comfy afternoon study spot.

Light Academia

Mohonk Swimming and Boating

Boaters can’t swim across the lake (without checking with a guard first) and boaters can’t enter the swimming area, but they interact across a thin membrane of ropes and floats. Look at that log, moored perpendicular to the floating platform on the right; it splits the difference between the boat/swim categories.

Mohonk Swimming and Boating

The Empty (But Clean) Pond in Bushnell Park

The benefit of living in a beautiful place is finding those days when (i) a beautiful location and (ii) charming lighting and (iii) special circumstances align. On a perfect late-summer afternoon, the pond in Bushnell Park is just finished its cleaning and repairs and has had its bottom protected with a layer of large stones. This is sort of a once-in-a-few-decade chance to capture the odd site of the dry pond.

The Empty (But Clean) Pond in Bushnell Park

Clement, Raether, and the Hartford Skyline

The warm sodium glow of Trinity College’s campus by night—Clement Chemistry Building and Raether Library in the foreground, the chapel and the Hartford skyline in the background—highlights (in a literal, X-marks-the-spot manner) the contrast between being a student and a faculty member here. Though the same institution, the same general campus, I spend my time now in completely different places than I once did. A prime example is the X-marked courtyard between the two buildings—a place I walked through perhaps 10 times total as a student, but where I now pause for coffee with my colleagues nearly every morning.

Clement, Raether, and the Hartford Skyline