tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76233688908564637082024-03-21T10:44:01.971-04:00Katonah + A Home for SaleProfiling a great home for sale in Katonah, NY.RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-28330689246746912022009-05-01T08:00:00.001-04:002009-05-28T06:37:47.873-04:00Katonah Fireman's ParadeAbout this time last year, this site, which was then about photos of Katonah, got hundreds of hits inquiring about the date and time of the Katonah Fireman's Parade. We are happy to provide that information here, but, if you haven't found it already, do visit the <a href="http://http//www.katonahfd.org/">Katonah Fire Department's</a> site.<br /><br /><center><b> The Katonah Fireman's Parade is on Thursday June, 4, followed by the Annual Carnival which takes place through Sunday, June 7.</b></center><br /><br />Please click on the following links for pictures from the 2008 Parade: <a href="http://http//katonahcommute.blogspot.com/2008/06/katonah-fireman-parade-and-carnival.html">Katonah Fireman's Parade</a>; <a href="http://http//www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6276907816744721373&postID=9109172664781445805">Painted Lady</a>; <a href="http://http//katonahcommute.blogspot.com/2008/06/humility-and-homage.html">Mom's Man</a> and <a href="http://http//katonahcommute.blogspot.com/2008/06/katonah-firemans-parade-junior.html">Junior Fireman</a>.RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-63031122535456121862009-04-29T08:00:00.001-04:002009-04-29T08:00:08.641-04:00Katonah Home: View from the Back WindowThis is what we see virtually year-around from the "great room" that adjoins our kitchen. The previous owners get credit for the bushes and pachysandra which stay green all year. Outside of the great room is a 450 sq. ft. patio with room to grill, dine, sunbathe and even exercise.RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-88091862660188257362008-08-30T18:46:00.002-04:002008-08-30T18:49:45.036-04:00Vizsla Viesta #5: A Perfect Ending<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4dGX4S8GLRweAIeaGFWe7iCZe-BFWYuyIjtInjUYViizWoXo5GwSWNlefT69sDRCmsVX3AijYAjzNpdvuymkt0f3RaVlyZUm7xlonDfsBSLyYnq4RNUW8_Fiko4ojcB9CjyR-DXjfDpt/s1600-h/end+of+day.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4dGX4S8GLRweAIeaGFWe7iCZe-BFWYuyIjtInjUYViizWoXo5GwSWNlefT69sDRCmsVX3AijYAjzNpdvuymkt0f3RaVlyZUm7xlonDfsBSLyYnq4RNUW8_Fiko4ojcB9CjyR-DXjfDpt/s320/end+of+day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240446620783136002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Vizsla Viesta 2008. A perfect ending to a perfect day.</span><br /></div>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-6763141106950468252008-08-29T20:07:00.004-04:002008-08-29T20:11:39.244-04:00Floral Friday #9: Cloned Rose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVumF2o1LWKqR-HOGtA2c0X_wVAQqGHu1FfVViJz_0B3bSVL21PUUcbbmqQIb8QvhNlz71LDs3o0AhzoUnWga2_JNN0hy90KkgL_RafoMXX7PJhyP2Hejsfi0SWDV_Itam-lIgXHLgu7mm/s1600-h/cloned+rose.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVumF2o1LWKqR-HOGtA2c0X_wVAQqGHu1FfVViJz_0B3bSVL21PUUcbbmqQIb8QvhNlz71LDs3o0AhzoUnWga2_JNN0hy90KkgL_RafoMXX7PJhyP2Hejsfi0SWDV_Itam-lIgXHLgu7mm/s320/cloned+rose.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240096587677084434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Cloned from an old bush in my father's rose garden. It is as fragrant as it is beautiful.<br />Happy Weekend.</span><br /></div>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-11039155947768693592008-08-27T13:11:00.003-04:002008-08-27T13:11:00.972-04:00Alphabet Wednesday: F is for Fishing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqZbNYnIA1RrWjpCHlA7h3e_SxA4hkL7e4uQ-RQfEpGFmE_fzB8-juAfLi01vbUCiuOmTO0iml4x8IVPhelGlqsApbrkHEuytRHKWTF-hGKp65IT5Uwh0fjqkZfnYB6SMczZwAGR_jFZC/s1600-h/Fishing+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqZbNYnIA1RrWjpCHlA7h3e_SxA4hkL7e4uQ-RQfEpGFmE_fzB8-juAfLi01vbUCiuOmTO0iml4x8IVPhelGlqsApbrkHEuytRHKWTF-hGKp65IT5Uwh0fjqkZfnYB6SMczZwAGR_jFZC/s320/Fishing+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239137815575478482" border="0" /></a>Smart and active dogs, Vizslas need to be challenged. Usually that means hunting … nose to the ground sniffing for anything new. SugarBelle can spend her entire day “fishing” … roaming around the water looking for movement and then jumping on it. This river has small fish and crayfish. So far she hasn’t caught a thing, but she gets enormous satisfaction from trying. In fact, “Fishing?” is one of a few questions guaranteed to get her off her bed and moving. The others: “Paper?” or <a href="http://www.cnn.com/CNN/Programs/situation.room/">“Wolf Blitzer, Situation Room?”</a><p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><span style="font-style: italic;">See other takes on Alphabet Wednesday by visiting </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://mrsnesbittsplace.blogspot.com/">Mrs. Nesbitt’s</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> place. </span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-61419272638191885562008-08-24T19:27:00.001-04:002008-08-24T19:29:53.862-04:00Spotted! #2<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZUHKn62C_rN7T_HNQ9nyb10q3j7MqlTh3oKMBz2mt5Qf3Ex_f30dB-1sCXukIBnTMWVbvzOF3dOe7pgg8fsOn6ry_IGmjvk2qROHSl4dzZ274W-uPs3WiHWt1rL-FLh9xgf25CniNV8d/s1600-h/Birthday+car.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRZUHKn62C_rN7T_HNQ9nyb10q3j7MqlTh3oKMBz2mt5Qf3Ex_f30dB-1sCXukIBnTMWVbvzOF3dOe7pgg8fsOn6ry_IGmjvk2qROHSl4dzZ274W-uPs3WiHWt1rL-FLh9xgf25CniNV8d/s400/Birthday+car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238230166800554754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Spotted through my windshield while stuck in traffic. Hey! We're the same age!</span><br /></div>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-50997624266229360592008-08-20T19:55:00.007-04:002008-08-20T20:09:47.829-04:00Alphabet Wednesday: E is for Eileen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqT_PEOr4GhpwBsCEy5HYUhCcUQDTWb7Ojju8UvQyQlZUzYbbnjUJTF3_uyXnzSC4DDSkbsEicq4wrU3_u4mTm_fppbrbuG09fj-qWc3SyKlmUFuxTy2LmwOFtXacds0DhDTVdfEouZyab/s1600-h/Eileen.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqT_PEOr4GhpwBsCEy5HYUhCcUQDTWb7Ojju8UvQyQlZUzYbbnjUJTF3_uyXnzSC4DDSkbsEicq4wrU3_u4mTm_fppbrbuG09fj-qWc3SyKlmUFuxTy2LmwOFtXacds0DhDTVdfEouZyab/s400/Eileen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236755971587251122" border="0" /></a><strong></strong><span style="">Eileen is the other sculpture by <a href="http://www.philipgrausman.com/">Philip Grausman</a> currently on exhibit at the </span><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:12;" ><a href="http://www.katonahmuseum.org/calendar.php?gclid=CNqDz9q1vZICFQguHgod_RgKZA">Katonah Museum of Art.</a></span></strong><span style=""> The “sister” sculpture <a href="http://http//katonahnewyork.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-head-or-two.html">Susanna</a> can be seen here. Rather than see Eileen as woman / dog. I tried to capture her as an alien. Her full photo is here.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNA57wjXBo4yKtXTC8pTDM_RYyE4TLpwTlxxphj0oeJt5UdOzm0o-gnS8XxeL8hBqnQOB6JhSHcjMrX5LoGdgGkqCT7QF4uLUrBH0Z-Q-M_CMm7jr7xyDX-9BiwOVA77szOfSgXKPysKEq/s1600-h/P1040179.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNA57wjXBo4yKtXTC8pTDM_RYyE4TLpwTlxxphj0oeJt5UdOzm0o-gnS8XxeL8hBqnQOB6JhSHcjMrX5LoGdgGkqCT7QF4uLUrBH0Z-Q-M_CMm7jr7xyDX-9BiwOVA77szOfSgXKPysKEq/s200/P1040179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236756296365704738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Please visit the sites of the those participating in the third round of ABC Wednesday hosted at <a href="http://http//mrsnesbittsplace.blogspot.com/search/label/ABC%20Wednesday">Mrs. Nesbitt's Place.</a>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-65961561688712338502008-08-19T11:42:00.003-04:002008-08-20T11:47:59.040-04:00Ahhh!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzaZoTyEwFqVC8kE6VEDD1M_oak7N7VDv9Q35LYiZkxNEFWiBfHZvSujy9oWC87lmZ98I26eOiGT55c4_Lf1V3GPIari5qzdzy_20vqbtPBgjyjixAJxCx9iCM6FXQKHPff0oXftEcU_pA/s1600-h/sneakers.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzaZoTyEwFqVC8kE6VEDD1M_oak7N7VDv9Q35LYiZkxNEFWiBfHZvSujy9oWC87lmZ98I26eOiGT55c4_Lf1V3GPIari5qzdzy_20vqbtPBgjyjixAJxCx9iCM6FXQKHPff0oXftEcU_pA/s400/sneakers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236626908262613330" border="0" /></a>Sneakers soaking up sun after a river romp with red dogs.<br /></div>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-57284220790978783522008-08-18T19:56:00.008-04:002008-08-18T20:07:34.833-04:00Open Sesame<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jSziqAkGh_S7P12OolajiTdVXPaE3VW7PapVpRH6c42J7CNanWI1UOl4x4gyGIVBEHd8T1xDdX1MM-qF_INzyZltUNX9YqHGnWOjEfNpTKEhBndEOAcCKWUbfPrXhD5rHDMjPClJYhwT/s1600-h/Gateway+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jSziqAkGh_S7P12OolajiTdVXPaE3VW7PapVpRH6c42J7CNanWI1UOl4x4gyGIVBEHd8T1xDdX1MM-qF_INzyZltUNX9YqHGnWOjEfNpTKEhBndEOAcCKWUbfPrXhD5rHDMjPClJYhwT/s400/Gateway+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236012672946810002" border="0" /></a>This is the gateway to my favorite “room” in our house, and, as you can see, the door is always open. The greenery is a grape vine I planted within the last three years. It actually weaves back and forth across the top of the trellis. This year the trellis was home to a bird’s nest, although I could never get close enough to see which species.<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>My father was instrumental in designing the patio. As long as I stared at the space, and drew plan after plan for laying out the stones, I came up empty handed. The day before a helper was to arrive to help me start construction, Dad made an emergency house call. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>If you look closely, the outer ring forms a sunburst or circle, metaphorically welcoming guests. A similar sunburst lies at the foot of the stairs leading to the patio from the side door. Once the sunbursts were set, all of the other stones literally fell into place.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh, and I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t say my dad and my husband spent two hot summer days putting every piece of slate where it belonged. I just had the idea.</p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-89751202386348625712008-08-12T05:00:00.000-04:002008-08-12T05:00:02.960-04:00Paris Wannabe #1: Ninos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfM9-00jZ9bI34bZ-jCzwnricpqtm7QdJrrIW72fDYPSWKKnzVWtRVUgSvvwLyt3hiK8ujMbOQlCmFTTOisDNG0ZYKMyePHT1-F_mz5LUmHjSSNvjlp0e_jjF71cPTw76JxM3bkjN9lXfK/s1600-h/Almost+Paris+Ninos.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfM9-00jZ9bI34bZ-jCzwnricpqtm7QdJrrIW72fDYPSWKKnzVWtRVUgSvvwLyt3hiK8ujMbOQlCmFTTOisDNG0ZYKMyePHT1-F_mz5LUmHjSSNvjlp0e_jjF71cPTw76JxM3bkjN9lXfK/s320/Almost+Paris+Ninos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233417329907643042" border="0" /></a>For some reason this year, I have been struck by restaurants setting out bistro tables and chairs in the oddest locations.<br /><p class="MsoNormal">This set is in front of a relatively new re-incarnation of a restaurant called “Ninos.” The table sits on a narrow sidewalk; it’s easy to imagine a passer-by’s jacket dragging through one’s soup. And there’s little to recommend the view: the parking lot for the Bedford Hills Post Office, and next to that the Bedford Hills train station. However, I guess if one were picking a friend up at the train station, one might arrive a little early and wait with a glass of wine.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> Hmmmm. I might have to try it some day.</p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-53120609803081327662008-08-09T08:20:00.005-04:002008-08-09T08:32:35.106-04:00There are Plastic People in my Yard<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVv73thEjFcg2niFvjvkB8BGoEMfyO1haIq_yPv5wsAQZhXuPkAGn4zByyw8IKJKcHRbI6mf8LHwmyrYqHmj3JuNVvtMucoGykMoKWf8PX8oJNDBI6JwvCC4ope6TVoecY-7ygkgpHdAP/s1600-h/Old+Navy+man.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVv73thEjFcg2niFvjvkB8BGoEMfyO1haIq_yPv5wsAQZhXuPkAGn4zByyw8IKJKcHRbI6mf8LHwmyrYqHmj3JuNVvtMucoGykMoKWf8PX8oJNDBI6JwvCC4ope6TVoecY-7ygkgpHdAP/s320/Old+Navy+man.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232494537586113602" border="0" /></a><br /></div>I shot this on my way back from <a href="http://katonahnewyork.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-adults-only.html">"adult swim"</a> at the pool a couple of Sunday's ago. For two blissful hours, no kids, and no "Marco Polo" water game. The athletes among us take to the lanes. Those who really want to veg out float around in the pool floats.<br /><br />This came on the heels of my <a href="http://katonahnewyork.blogspot.com/2008/06/jersey-thursdays-theres-plastic-cow-in.html">"Cow in the Yard" </a>post, and guess I was just looking for examples of other odd thing people have in their yards. I really don't know what to make of it (and I don't have the time to ponder it further). It just caught my eye. Anyone want to weigh in with some thoughts?RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-51764238751319484362008-08-04T14:26:00.003-04:002008-08-04T14:28:26.896-04:00One Head or Two?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWnTypiJWQcYvOzIN5-zczIjXtVW_Ra3bcKmW6a9LMfNfJUf5L8ge0AoHum9nXi4MxDjeJJxDrsJfCeIMZm1KP3IxLz2Xa4SMkQ0FYs8ixvIR9E2gYB15UQ0Msmy-HC5jFfL3Thq9LwS_/s1600-h/dogface.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJWnTypiJWQcYvOzIN5-zczIjXtVW_Ra3bcKmW6a9LMfNfJUf5L8ge0AoHum9nXi4MxDjeJJxDrsJfCeIMZm1KP3IxLz2Xa4SMkQ0FYs8ixvIR9E2gYB15UQ0Msmy-HC5jFfL3Thq9LwS_/s400/dogface.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230731015871078386" border="0" /></a>This is one of two monumental sculptures by <a href="http://www.philipgrausman.com/">Philip Grausman</a> currently on exhibit at the <strong><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><a href="http://www.katonahmuseum.org/calendar.php?gclid=CNqDz9q1vZICFQguHgod_RgKZA"><span style="">Katonah Museum of Art</span></a></span></strong>. Its solemnity and solidness is in dramatic contrast to Titan, <a href="http://katonahnewyork.blogspot.com/search?q=Klotz">Drew Klotz’</a> mecurical and mesmerizing sculpture which stood in approximately the same spot until the end of June. <p class="MsoNormal">This sculpture has been photographed a lot lately, almost always straight on. As I shot it today, I felt compelled to explore the side that no one else shot. Depending on how you look at it, it can look like a pony tail, or the snout of a dog, with barely defined eyes.<br /><o:p></o:p><br />From my perspective, of course, it was a woman’s face, with her dog’s portrayed on the back of her head. Not, of course, what the artist intended, but an amusing speculation. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>This is Susanna. The sculpture, crafted from fiberglass painted matte white, is 10 feet high; six feet wide and eight-and-one-half feet deep.Eileen, the second sculpture, was behind the closed gate. We will meet her later in the week. Click on the photo to enlarge it.<br /></p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-91949814871388442122008-08-03T17:17:00.002-04:002008-08-03T17:20:21.639-04:00Katonah Wormhole<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQ8bysrq9WmGR9I3WKFrd7gr4H5SObBGHboUxmJJbAstQpr6dml5nWraWv3xfzDucReGeXDC-p3rNUVqoYQw_S7lQ1iCiknPjaD3ZTNPWyuLrETA3R6MXgXzrGK_Dw8Bt7gON0cO5Zt8v/s1600-h/P1030951.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQ8bysrq9WmGR9I3WKFrd7gr4H5SObBGHboUxmJJbAstQpr6dml5nWraWv3xfzDucReGeXDC-p3rNUVqoYQw_S7lQ1iCiknPjaD3ZTNPWyuLrETA3R6MXgXzrGK_Dw8Bt7gON0cO5Zt8v/s320/P1030951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230404061231414898" border="0" /></a>I was pouring through newspapers this morning when I came across a very erudite article on wormholes.<br /><br />In physics these are theoretical links between disparate spaces … tunnels through space-time. Wormholes were originally known as Einstein Rosen bridges. Albert Einstein, working from his theory of general relativity and with contributions by colleague Nathan Rosen, predicted that these things must exist.<br /><br />This afternoon, I found my own Katonah wormhole in the first, almost-ripe tomato of the season.RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-39561699720175651962008-06-30T22:04:00.001-04:002008-06-30T22:06:56.397-04:00Sun Spots No. 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-9meqm_Aw6b-YuMyiwkHVD-_3TmGBvAbxm99VjNfJddBqztR4ezBod3_Qq7aMqIEi7b0m9li5goJeVXS13RHT98N5Y_1ljJV2DKCIO4Q-vp5QdtLD97AG9Zm_2Wxo3r1dEyMLH6j6yB7/s1600-h/sun+on+tree+bark.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-9meqm_Aw6b-YuMyiwkHVD-_3TmGBvAbxm99VjNfJddBqztR4ezBod3_Qq7aMqIEi7b0m9li5goJeVXS13RHT98N5Y_1ljJV2DKCIO4Q-vp5QdtLD97AG9Zm_2Wxo3r1dEyMLH6j6yB7/s320/sun+on+tree+bark.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217861003002508514" border="0" /></a>The top half of this tree was recently shorn off. I don't think I noticed it until a spot of sun brought it to my attention.RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-88529094378156037282008-06-29T19:47:00.003-04:002008-06-29T20:16:35.704-04:00For Adults Only<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7SVhPxuuyF5L65KhZF3OEoEdgi29rm3RAUL_ECmAZffvqjaqueljk5tWky5HBa1OGKbG1xoxMISveAB2JOjSlshlPjRijM_F9K2VLUA_4mvuNptEN7FRZf4l_-azrCgnNVy0bOO8UsXP/s1600-h/Inner+Tube.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7SVhPxuuyF5L65KhZF3OEoEdgi29rm3RAUL_ECmAZffvqjaqueljk5tWky5HBa1OGKbG1xoxMISveAB2JOjSlshlPjRijM_F9K2VLUA_4mvuNptEN7FRZf4l_-azrCgnNVy0bOO8UsXP/s320/Inner+Tube.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217456951414327394" border="0" /></a>When they first appeared a couple of years ago, at the Katonah pool, the inner tubes, targeted to the adults’ inner child, were eyed warily. They were for adults only. Who among us gray-haired and no longer lithe, would be the first to indulge in the childhood memory / dream / ambition of floating along the water in an inner tube? First one of us, then the other, recaptured the childhood delight of playtime in the pool.<span style=""> </span>At first we felt foolish. Then, we felt fun.<br /><p class="MsoNormal">Sunday, from 10 to noon, adult swim is our time to be children or be without them. No kids allowed, just adults hangin' at the pool. This year there’s been a sea-change. The inner tubes lie stacked against the equipment shed. Today, only a few dared to languish in the sun, even though it was an opportunity to soak up vitamin D and strengthen bones. For the rest, it was into the lap lanes.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> You’d have found me in an inner tube. Strengthening my bones, of course. </p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-21206474447559777622008-06-17T07:20:00.003-04:002008-06-17T07:27:01.457-04:00Red Sky at Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJLTs9dYzSH07Dv8yCugF-WXMRMEK4F6F93yGxyxeq_u2XfM6L5GcdNW0aUhthVVQ1jUvctSaJC8Kbaxkk-Xj3Chw0INhBx3lTak5j6NyVjKy7fMQS0ToNKt-3mc5nUzbHQBmpBaxlhkP/s1600-h/Sunset1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJLTs9dYzSH07Dv8yCugF-WXMRMEK4F6F93yGxyxeq_u2XfM6L5GcdNW0aUhthVVQ1jUvctSaJC8Kbaxkk-Xj3Chw0INhBx3lTak5j6NyVjKy7fMQS0ToNKt-3mc5nUzbHQBmpBaxlhkP/s320/Sunset1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212810417402088546" border="0" /></a><span class="blue-header"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" >This was the sky looking west from my front porch last night. My husband spotted the shot. For better or worse, I took it. I’m sure many of you have heard the phrase “red sky at night sailors’ delight.”<span style=""> </span>Here, according to the website: <a href="http://www.loc.gov/rr/scitech/mysteries/weather-sailor.html">Everyday Mysteries:</a> Fun Science Facts from the Library of Congress is why.<o:p></o:p></span></span> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" >In order to understand why “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning” can predict the weather, we must understand more about weather and the colors in the sky. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" >Usually, weather moves from west to east, blown by the westerly trade winds. This means storm systems generally move in from the West. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" >The colors we see in the sky are due to the rays of sunlight being split into colors of the spectrum as they pass through the atmosphere and ricochet off the water vapor and particles in the atmosphere. The amounts of water vapor and dust particles in the atmosphere are good indicators of weather conditions. They also determine which colors we will see in the sky.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" >During sunrise and sunset the sun is low in the sky, and it transmits light through the thickest part of the atmosphere. A red sky suggests an atmosphere loaded with dust and moisture particles. We see the red, because red wavelengths (the longest in the color spectrum) are breaking through the atmosphere. The shorter wavelengths, such as blue, are scattered and broken up. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" >Red sky at night, sailors delight</span></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" >.<br />When we see a red sky at night, this means that the setting sun is sending its light through a high concentration of dust particles. This usually indicates high pressure and stable air coming in from the west. Basically good weather will follow. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" >Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning.</span></strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" ><br />A red sunrise reflects the dust particles of a system that has just passed from the west. This indicates that a storm system may be moving to the east. If the morning sky is a deep fiery red, it means a high water content in the atmosphere. So, rain is on its way. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" >About that weather report. It’s sunny now with chance of storm predicted for later in the day. It’s been a recent pattern. Hot, sultry days, then big storm, which sends the dog crouching into my lap at night.<o:p></o:p></span></p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-80078863286725823952008-06-16T06:56:00.002-04:002008-06-16T07:09:34.052-04:00Garden Tools<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWyKAI-y_e1uwWpfm308Zk8PEubIhYLE77xLt6z9eVZlkFLKr-U3iM1wkzzoYhRqdaW_9j7bQteP8UQwov52QIEHTosSSdwbDthtUFTEZNt1HAAbIO1FTnzYNVW_LkxhsG_UkQ689IIjk/s1600-h/Watering+Can.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWyKAI-y_e1uwWpfm308Zk8PEubIhYLE77xLt6z9eVZlkFLKr-U3iM1wkzzoYhRqdaW_9j7bQteP8UQwov52QIEHTosSSdwbDthtUFTEZNt1HAAbIO1FTnzYNVW_LkxhsG_UkQ689IIjk/s320/Watering+Can.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212434734666681410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">One is never too young to learn the fine art of gardening. Year after year, my father has turned the same 10 x 15 foot plot into bushels of vegetables. This year, my parents' aide, Letty, has assumed the task, and when the last tomato has been picked, she may have given dad a run for his money!<br /></div>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-19998894602048210662008-06-08T08:48:00.005-04:002008-06-08T08:53:33.566-04:00Katonah Fireman’s Parade #3: Painted Lady<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WxZxXnl4FRxTrBKUVEGXk9Jzx43QLCPHek_JQbkoX5rv6VyG2RhcyO4f_MrnUpi2U6IadUrq7-Tx0jFXuox1nfX4OLHbGzu7KlNyAnbpXL9ewiH1u24uqycKuzbo7s-ue3iQCPT2gqLz/s1600-h/P1030112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WxZxXnl4FRxTrBKUVEGXk9Jzx43QLCPHek_JQbkoX5rv6VyG2RhcyO4f_MrnUpi2U6IadUrq7-Tx0jFXuox1nfX4OLHbGzu7KlNyAnbpXL9ewiH1u24uqycKuzbo7s-ue3iQCPT2gqLz/s400/P1030112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209492999691332642" border="0" /></a><br />One of the things that attracted us to Katonah is the fact that it has a “center of town,” probably not more than a mile long, which has a variety of stores and a handful of small restaurants. <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Katonah Avenue</st1:address></st1:street> is our “<st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Main Street</st1:address></st1:street>.” <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Bedford Road</st1:address></st1:street> runs parallel behind <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Katonah Avenue</st1:address></st1:street> and is the center of the “downtown” residential district, comprised mostly of Victorian-era homes. This is an historical district; almost all of the homes are lovingly cared for and painted in colors appropriate to their architecture. This home, along the parade route, and appropriately “decked out,” is on the Parkway which connects <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Bedford Road</st1:address></st1:street> and <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Katonah Avenue</st1:address></st1:street>. Many of the homes in this area were literally moved to their current location moved when the reservoir system was built in the 1800’s. We will visit that story and some of those homes in later posts. <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br /></p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-50816532210534057932008-06-07T07:56:00.003-04:002008-06-07T08:01:06.048-04:00Katonah Fireman’s Parade #2: Junior Fireman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCUh1itK7QFvFPoi9vWerrfZGYDpWM1ZvdrYKP3hgqzXQx3EyCHlPMPTys5a3vEH4ET4oRTJhyz_KGkgIUqIgdGilCJrfTiqGnNDuSqsG3r_7UTNUJLSr8k5eBH9k1jS2Kkjmi5BznO1O/s1600-h/Jr.+Fireman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCUh1itK7QFvFPoi9vWerrfZGYDpWM1ZvdrYKP3hgqzXQx3EyCHlPMPTys5a3vEH4ET4oRTJhyz_KGkgIUqIgdGilCJrfTiqGnNDuSqsG3r_7UTNUJLSr8k5eBH9k1jS2Kkjmi5BznO1O/s200/Jr.+Fireman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209108104564932530" border="0" /></a>This young man was unmissable with his fireman’s slicker and hat. Note his transmogrified boots, and the eleven cents in his pocket. When I asked to photograph him, his mother told him to say “cheese.” He promptly scowled, said “popcorn,” and then broke into a smile. Not only a show of spirit, Fireman’s Parades in the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region>, at least, are actually competitions. More on that later when we meet one of the judges. <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-83519083442741267222008-06-06T07:52:00.003-04:002008-06-06T07:58:35.580-04:00Floral Friday #4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QNLc4_pa_AYOQc0bsXPu2B-Awl1HW8imjtooMvT7Nueq-jNeE4VdIyMIMRSyeD4BUMIOo33Du96o91BAkqMmlgla3g4W-6L9w-9RkxgJbrCsUt-cGZVRZCmWrTIbwbOq2C4OM3HUVY9S/s1600-h/P1030065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QNLc4_pa_AYOQc0bsXPu2B-Awl1HW8imjtooMvT7Nueq-jNeE4VdIyMIMRSyeD4BUMIOo33Du96o91BAkqMmlgla3g4W-6L9w-9RkxgJbrCsUt-cGZVRZCmWrTIbwbOq2C4OM3HUVY9S/s400/P1030065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208736560001595362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pink Iris found in a garden in Katonah while scouting for Fireman's Parade photos. Parade photos begin tomorrow.<br /></div>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-21367478348176604662008-06-03T00:01:00.002-04:002008-06-04T12:07:33.903-04:00Katonah Fireman's Parade and Carnival<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlWG3jLNL1c6G2nZO1hAevCJH-s8eOF2qUHYsWQVl4XR8f3UY0gZEjHbfWT3D9RASNCqddDnS1BRGF5B4BgorVqFzwaPnc0YVbF1oMfsKwIS_ifpMvGtNbH_4vrZ5QYqNvw9vPY5O3Rbt/s1600-h/P1020856.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlWG3jLNL1c6G2nZO1hAevCJH-s8eOF2qUHYsWQVl4XR8f3UY0gZEjHbfWT3D9RASNCqddDnS1BRGF5B4BgorVqFzwaPnc0YVbF1oMfsKwIS_ifpMvGtNbH_4vrZ5QYqNvw9vPY5O3Rbt/s320/P1020856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207444961665992514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4oA4zU3bNgFHHDVPd5lunjzvongbxdYqN1DDZH26lr-jHGmB701MLiCCNMZHxLttzIr3vtr7lVVh2wBgLKZYI3g8BlpoiIhedT1pbKjovehWxRc03-PkGR-281EJwgMVNheZ6bVEX0USI/s1600-h/P1020857.JPG"></a> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal">The back-end statistics at <a href="http://www.statcounter.com/">Stat Counter</a> tell me that people searching for information on the Katonah Fireman's parade end up on my site, since it was mentioned in an <a href="http://katonahnewyork.blogspot.com/2008/04/poster-bunny.html">earlier blog</a>. So, as a public service to those wishing to visit our hamlet for the Parade and /or Carnival which follows on Thursday, the Parade is <span style="font-weight: bold;"> tomorrow, Wednesday evening, at 7:00 p.m. thanks to Joe, who will be marching from Millwood.</span> I I took this picture at the Memorial Day Parade. You never know when a rogue shot will come in handy. And, it is supposed to rain!<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-52698545251330178232008-06-01T11:07:00.009-04:002008-06-01T11:54:23.420-04:00Theme Day: Favorite Local Shops: Katonah Yarn Company<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixl8pubAE6zn_p4gGLdD_zv7sL7bsyMj0Wy6VvrKUzNPTc_bVyIfQvEigJX4QtF0VD0KKrmMYRzpnGO0SLnzxf2m4dYcSFIwxYSLLnxFNMb5d_6O99VkqhrxWKPnT30zR5EWcMejhwuwQl/s1600-h/P1030017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixl8pubAE6zn_p4gGLdD_zv7sL7bsyMj0Wy6VvrKUzNPTc_bVyIfQvEigJX4QtF0VD0KKrmMYRzpnGO0SLnzxf2m4dYcSFIwxYSLLnxFNMb5d_6O99VkqhrxWKPnT30zR5EWcMejhwuwQl/s320/P1030017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206930758022316418" border="0" /></a>When I was a kid, I tried and tried to knit, but just couldn’t turn out a proper garment. Too big. Too Small. A dropped stitch here … or there. But today, because of the <a href="http://www.katonahyarn.com/">Katonah Yarn Company,</a> I knit (and purl) again. <p class="MsoNormal">Stop in any time of day, and the shop is swarming with “Knitting<span style=""> </span>Doulas,” giving a class, fixing an oops. Helping a knitter find her gauge. Tuesday evenings is open knitting, the chance to sit, knit, and just hang out; but in reality, as long as the doors are open, you can almost always find at least one person sitting around the table or in one of the upholstered chairs, open knitting. One day I heard Jane say … “The good thing about our location (which, as a stand-alone store, makes its own corner in the A&P shopping lot) is that if you stay too long, you can run next door to the A&P and grab supper.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There are lots of fun, quirky shops in Katonah and the surrounding villages. The Katonah Knitting Company Inc. bills itself as <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Westchester</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place>’s most comfortable knitting shop, and though the shop owners, Jane Lee and Jenn and their staff often help us laugh at ourselves, being friendly and helpful is one thing they take very seriously. It’s a place, where whatever your knitting level, you just feel good!<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> There are currently 174 shopping opportunities today. Click <a href="http://www.citydailyphoto.com/portal/themes_archive.php?tid=15">here</a><a href="http://www.citydailyphoto.com/portal/themes_archive.php?tid=15"> </a>for the thumbnails, and please visit.<br /></p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-36486044664581012042008-05-30T16:51:00.003-04:002008-05-30T16:56:27.832-04:00Floral Friday #3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLrK__AK1yfXpi8ug7UvpcwxMPwHdv5aI2DLE6xK8Kh0g3NhuzsbPZOSM3_FfsWZupwRg-u5Yo7Pm3FSkJKIkJbPCbrr5Yw1tDnB0_tiXIoPYZBmO67iWK32_B5DIbNOg6t9wQDR7WeUeC/s1600-h/Pink+%231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLrK__AK1yfXpi8ug7UvpcwxMPwHdv5aI2DLE6xK8Kh0g3NhuzsbPZOSM3_FfsWZupwRg-u5Yo7Pm3FSkJKIkJbPCbrr5Yw1tDnB0_tiXIoPYZBmO67iWK32_B5DIbNOg6t9wQDR7WeUeC/s400/Pink+%231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206277467182262322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Enjoy the weekend!</div>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-65538672413132810102008-05-29T05:00:00.000-04:002008-05-29T05:00:01.438-04:00Stanley Stomps<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWc0j-tt4DBC6lbyT4MJx1Aw1m_ZivhlB9KFYoZThNahy02y9erSIWuBn7Gl7kaxjoCLAxhyphenhyphenHBfDuCumj3WE8fP7Ou7Exr5Uus3fL8VkGFiJZb33qicGP-8uIahwAwyyZDSGeiCZkbKcnM/s1600-h/Water+stanley.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWc0j-tt4DBC6lbyT4MJx1Aw1m_ZivhlB9KFYoZThNahy02y9erSIWuBn7Gl7kaxjoCLAxhyphenhyphenHBfDuCumj3WE8fP7Ou7Exr5Uus3fL8VkGFiJZb33qicGP-8uIahwAwyyZDSGeiCZkbKcnM/s320/Water+stanley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205603389550761314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This was a perfect picture of a lovely cloud captured in a still blue lake. Until a certain red dog came along and stomped into the water. See his reflection?<br /></div>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7623368890856463708.post-57748032359421656542008-05-27T07:42:00.003-04:002008-05-27T07:50:19.181-04:00I Said “Pace” not “Race”<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Aoo2CDSjxUUbBfQDYMoMl4aw3IS6wtuoC7HXdr-LZW73dagg9qaOwkgDSEN8gChLEPviTE-rJqTKjBoFJJxjzLaUT-M6jvBjx8T44qQ7cIAX-Apz3-1JqwTva3XxNLhM-3VgfEQ_9ico/s1600-h/Pace+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Aoo2CDSjxUUbBfQDYMoMl4aw3IS6wtuoC7HXdr-LZW73dagg9qaOwkgDSEN8gChLEPviTE-rJqTKjBoFJJxjzLaUT-M6jvBjx8T44qQ7cIAX-Apz3-1JqwTva3XxNLhM-3VgfEQ_9ico/s320/Pace+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205023650376312674" border="0" /></a>The other day as we were walking the red dogs, a very official looking rider clip-clopped past us, scowling at dogs off the leash, but dogs who, nonetheless, “stayed” when instructed. Yesterday I understood the whole scene. <p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday was the Spring “Pace” sponsored by the Bedford Riding Lanes Association (BRLA), mentioned <a href="http://katonahnewyork.blogspot.com/2008/05/heavenly-route.html">Heavenly Route</a>. I don’t know many of the “horsey” people in town and until yesterday never understood the sport. As I was shooting, I met a lovely couple, Amy and Raymond McCarthy; Amy, a one-time pacer herself, gave me the lowdown. (You will meet Amy and Raymond later in the week).</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I’d always thought the competition had something to do with making it over the jumps and finishing in record time. As it turns out, after eleven miles, the challenge is to arrive at the finish line as close as possible to the time officially declared the “pace’” for your riding skill and age group.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There are four categories of competition: Hunter (more leisurely); Junior, Jumper, and (perish the thought in <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Westchester</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place>) Western. The pace time is a secret. It’s a two- or three-member team sport. You must finish with your teammate(s). You don’t have to jump, but you may. You must wear a helmet. You must rest your horse at the check point. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I wasn’t too confident of my ability to photograph these riders, and I’m not one to check every shot, digital camera or not. But I’m encouraged enough with this effort to try again in the fall to capture the joy of riding one of these beautiful animals.</p> <p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">This is one of two posts to compensate for no photos yesterday. But there was much to see and the glorious weather seduced me into the garden.</p>RaleighKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14113854295694764436noreply@blogger.com4