
Monday, November 30, 2009
Hotel at SUNY: the proposed site

Friday, November 27, 2009
Symphony in grey
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Food pantries
CRDLI (Community Resources Database of Long Island) has long lists of food pantries and soup kitchens and how to donate to them. The need is great.
Another list concentrating on the Coram/Patchogue/Middle Island area, and specifying eligibility.
Smithtown Emergency Food Pantry
Interfaith Nutrition Network
INN sites
Another list concentrating on the Coram/Patchogue/Middle Island area, and specifying eligibility.
Smithtown Emergency Food Pantry
Interfaith Nutrition Network
INN sites
Monday, November 23, 2009
Alas, a forest slated for destruction
Newsday article
Letter to The Statesman
Another
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Sunflowers
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Swans, swans, and more swans
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.
The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold,
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
(The Wild Swans at Coole (1919), by William Butler Yeats)
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Setauket Grist Mill
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Old beech tree in Melville Park
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Little red toes
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