I am from New York. No, not the City; no, not Westchester. I am from Upstate, way upstate.
My ancestors came to New York from Ireland and Canada. They settled in Northern New York, the Adirondack Mountains, Lewis and Oneida Counties. I left New York State over 35 years ago, moved to the west coast thinking that I would never look back. I was wrong. For the past twenty years I have returned to my roots, spending summers at my cabin in the western region of the Adirondack Mountains.
Northern New York is beautiful and harsh, bitter, and sweet. It takes a hearty spirit to exist there. The winter is long and brutal. Along with the fresh air, the soothing sounds of wind, water, and birds, there is isolation. On the other side of the hardships and isolation there is an enchantment that draws me back to this wilderness, far from the concerns of contemporary urban and suburban life.
Edmund Wilson describes the essence and shares snippets of the history of this area in his memoir, Upstate: Records and Recollections of Northern New York. Like Wilson, I have a strong connection to this region.
Each Summer and Fall I return to Upstate, and photograph along many of the roadways that Wilson loved to travel during his summers spent at his family home in Talcottville, NY.
As this project has developed over the years, I see reoccurring categories; sky, signs, flags, buildings, and curiosities that illustrate the bea