White Shed

Wyeth’s Dream

On the road again
Goin’ places that I’ve never been
Seein’ things that I may never see again
And I can’t wait to get on the road again

Johnny Cash & Willie Nelson

For me, one of the better ways to decrease the clutter in my head is to take a drive with camera in tow. Road photography. It should be a category of its own. Sometimes I have a location in mind, mostly I don’t. Where the road leads and the sun moves are my travel indicators. I chase the light, I welcome serendipity and I relish the freedom that time brings. Driving the back roads—especially those off the major interstates—offer catharsis. It works.


The Berkshires

Road photography. It’s a cousin to street photography, but instead of strolling along sidewalks, I’m in a car driving to nowhere in particular,  just to immerse myself in a tempo and ambiance that has little to do with work. At times I also take along my journal and if nothing arouses my visual creativity, I take the pen to the paper…or vice-versa.

Autumnal Comfort & Solitude

All of what’s happening this time of year places me in and around appropriate elements: temperature, quality of light, temperament, creativity, among others. I’ll admit, this is my favorite time of year, the cooler weather being a preference of mine. My take is that all of us—like the plants and trees and the critters—undergo if not experience changes. Subtle, dramatic, melancholic, joyous: it’s all there if we allow ourselves to be more open, and less encapsuled by the rote of day-to-day.

Sharing is Caring


Ferrari has an enviable position in several areas, not the least being Formula One racing under the moniker, Scuderia Ferrari. It’s been said that Ferrari makes road-going sports cars so they can finance their F1 racing efforts.  It’s a princely sum; in 2016, close to 386 million euros [$460 million USD] was spent on their factory team. Their fans, aka Tifosi, are beyond passionate regarding team Ferrari. I’ll leave it to you to think of superlatives beyond “fiercely loyal and passionate.”

Earlier this year at the Spanish Gran Prix, Ferrari driver Kimi Raikkonen crashed at the first turn of the race. A 6-year old French boy, Thomas Danel, burst into tears upon learning his hero was out of the GP. His parents were beside themselves. I’ll let author, Formula One reporter and devotee, James Allen take it from there. Click here for his story.

If you read Allen’s story, then you’ll understand the arc of my post. Being warm and fuzzy is not one of Ferrari’s key attributes, racing or otherwise. Perhaps it’s an effort to make F1 racing more empathetic to emerging Tifosi, young and old alike. Maybe there’s a contagion involved, as demonstrated by tire manufacturer, Pirelli, at the end of the Challenge races.

The photographs posted here are from the Ferrari Challenge races held at Lime Rock in Connecticut. Pirelli is the exclusive supplier of racing tires for the Challenge series. Not many know that after one race, those tires are done. This could be interactive marketing in a most basic way, but Pirelli offers to the fans these “one-and-done” racing slicks, which means they don’t have to lug as many back to the factory graveyard. I wonder how fans packed these large souvenirs home?

Yes, the younger fans have ideas on what to do with them; in most cases—and not surprisingly so—mom & dad have the final say.

I did catch a few choice conversations, mostly between a youngster and a parent.  “This is gonna look great in my room! It’ll be next to my bed!” After listening to similar expository ramblings, the most common response was a resounding, “No you’re not!”

I’d like to think that there’s a sense of reciprocity in play, other than Pirelli making all sorts of impressions to influence consumer behavior. For example, the size of these racing “sneakers” make for a fantastic foot rest, his and hers no less.

Pastoral Conditions

Not quite summer’s end, not really autumn yet, but the cusp that enjoins these 2 seasons is before us. I love this time of year.

Naumkeag is an incredible place because it allows me to dwell on and feel connected to matters taken for granted. There’s time and space to slow down, to think, to feel, to recognize that not all issues, concerns or problems are of utmost importance above anything or anyone else. Naumkeag is a sanctuary where the main characters are pastoral. The lead character has to be the quiet, the kind of quiet that tells us there is catharsis in solitude for the benefit of oneself.

There are many distractions, including things that are not here. Out of sight—out of mind: no tablets, no MP3 players, no traffic sounds be they from land or air. Space is one of several pleasant distractions, especially those spaces that encourage you to become part of the setting.


The Red Hat Society

There are some bumps in life that feel big–which is true–and then there are those bumps that we make much larger than we should. Studies have generally shown that once you get past the age of 50, your attitude, expectations and other attributes tend to improve. Translation: you’re happier about life because you recognize how far you’ve come. It’s often said that finding happiness and jettisoning the bad stuff can be made easier with help from family and friends.

Generally speaking—and regardless of gender—those 50 and older who say they have a “good, satisfying life” remain physically and mentally active, make a commitment to stay healthy, keep close contact with family and friends, and champion a strong, positive attitude. Enter the Red Hat Society.

Before “social media” became a common term, the RHS was already well into collective connectiveness. Like the innumerable groups we see on LinkedIn, such as  the social media marketing group and various others, there’s a roster of common interests and attributes for like-minded professionals. But even before any of this was created, we are first and foremost social beings that need social interaction. For the RHS, there are 3 attributes: you must be at least 50 years of age, a woman and have a joie de vivre.

It’s one thing to read about groups or societies that enrich your own life, but it can’t compare to being in the thick of things. Case in point: the RHS lunch gathering in the Round Table Room of the Algonquin Hotel. One of several chapters in the Tri-State area, these bon vivants gathered to reconnect, to discover new connections, but above all, to have some fun.

I heard conversations that can be filed under “status” with sub-folders, one each for the kids, the spouse/significant other, the job, the vacation, and more. While I’m certain there were sad discussions within the constant din, much of what I heard involved a good amount of chuckling and laughing. And it was contagious. I got a kick being an accidental listener and observer.