You CAN take it with you...

Highland Falls, summer 2001

I loved our first house. I would have married this house except for the fact that I was already married. We landscaped this house within an inch of its life. We painted it, added on to it and yes, named it (Whispering Waters for the stream - Buttermilk Falls actually, that ran just behind the 1,000 square foot deck and patio). We even went as far as having a playhouse replica made for our daughter.

I found a company ( http://www.exposuresonline.com/ ) that will take any photograph and recreate it in pen and ink so back in the early years (before the addition of our son resulting in the addition to the house) I paid thirty bucks even though I never dreamed we would ever leave our little corner of heaven....

but alas, my wife was unhappy with the school system and while the house was adequate for two small children we had an inkling they wouldn't always stay that small. So we moved to Cornwall on Hudson, seven miles up the line and over Storm King Mountain where we lose electricity at least once a month and have given up landscaping which we found is just a really expensive way to feed the deer. Our Highland Falls neighbors warned us in a variety of ways that we would miss this house; one thought the new property would be too overwhelming (it has been), another cautioned us about winter travel over Storm King Mountain (horrendous) but the most poignant going away sentiment came from our neighbor Nancy who built a birdhouse rendition of our house and better than a photo it's a 3D reminder of the good ol' days.


Never digital - always film and a story for each and every photo.