Happy Thanksgiving from Decaseconds and from lovely Bushnell Park.
Thanksgiving in Hartford, 2025
Tag: Thanksgiving
Vineyard Haven Thanksgiving Panorama
Heading back to the mainland after a Thanksgiving on Martha’s Vineyard, I captured this panorama from the upper deck of the Steamship Authority ferry. The width of our decaseconds homepage doesn’t do it justice; I recommend clicking through and zooming in to see all of the details on Flickr.
Edgartown Fall Wedding Party
A walk on a crisp fall morning with a dramatic sky is just a little better when it’s also a wedding day.
Thankful for Sundae
Sundae was the horse that brought Piper back to riding. He’s now semi-retired at the Kent School, but Piper still gets to visit and ride around the eventing fields every so often. They make quite the pair!
Trinity on a Hilltop Above Hartford
All along the this rise are the buildings of Trinity college: the Raether Library, Clement Chemistry Building, Northam Hall, the Chapel, and High Rise. Looking at them dramatically standing against the setting sun, I knew what I was thankful for this year: being here in Hartford, working at Trinity.
(Just as I can see my home from work, this is evidence that I can see work from home.)
Last Moments of Thanksgiving Sun
I’ve developed some odd tradition for epic landscape photography at the end of major holidays (as in this Christmas image)—perhaps it’s something about wanting the day to last forever.
Mohonk Reflections (I, II, and III)
Mid-March shift from my most photographically productive time on the West Coast (amazing sunsets, end of the rainy season, etc.) to my least in the East (dirty snow, still-bare trees, sandy roads). I’ve been trying to find more beauty in the pre- and post-winter “stick seasons,” examining the shapes revealed when leaves and snow can’t hide branches. Though I’m not yet convinced to do anything more than grudgingly accept its necessity, but it led to some pretty dramatic reflections at Mohonk Mountain House.
Happy Thanksgiving: Out for a Stroll
Two Views of Mohonk
Mohonk Mountain House has grown like lichen across its mountaintop, but its oldest core shapes much of the structure’s identity. Tea time happens at 4:00 PM each day, and guests sit in the array of front porch rocking chairs with their tea during the warmer months.
Just around the corner, gazebos crusted with snow dot the cliffs.
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