new york.

heading into the Hudson Valley we were greeted with the stunning beauty that I remembered from living there two years previous.

returning here was more than just a place to stop over and see friends, it was type of cleansing; a needed return to put a new memory on the place that had left us with such melancholy feelings the last time we were here.

staying with the dearest of friends (and realizing we shared not only the same childhood, but the same dish pattern from the fifties–I mean. whoa.) combined with two amazing children, the boundless knowledge they share as a couple and a perfectly feisty cat named Lucky;

well. it was just perfect.