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As we watch the colors of Autumn slowly fade into the grays of Winter I find myself taking advantage of every opportunity to be out on the water. Undeterred by the mornings brisk temperatures I decided to launch on the Susquehanna river along Conklin Ave yesterday. Paddling my way west under cloudy skies towards the “Rock Bottom” Dam I lay witness to the remaining pops of color grasping our hillsides. On my way back the wind would let me know who was in charge and the sun randomly checked on me the closer I got to my destination.
Back in my car it was time for some coffee at my favorite place, LaVeggio Roasteria
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For the next two months our lives will be consumed by pumpkin everything. My personal favorite are pumpkin pancakes and we’ve been making this one recipe for 14 years. It has become a family staple come Autumn in our home and this morning was no exception.
What are your favorite fall foods/recipes?
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I began shooting slide film around 1990 but most of the images I made at this point were mostly captured on print film, something I regret. I didn’t really begin to convert solely to slide film until early 1992 and have been shooting it ever since. I’ll admit that in 2005 I was intrigued by the digital camera and purchased my first DSLR (Digital Single Lens Reflex) camera. I enjoyed it and made some great images with it as well. I loved the instant gratification of viewing the picture immediately. I also liked the fact that outside the camera and flash card there was no additional cost of film purchase and processing. I vowed to never shoot another roll of film again.
That vow would only last about 6 months before I found myself lacking in something I craved the most. A tangible asset. I would go on to own more DSLR camera bodies as well as film bodies. I spent several years arguing the film vs. digital argument only to realize that it all boils down to preference and what your goals are. There is room in my camera bag for both film and digital.
Our world moves at the speed of now and that is why I carry a DSLR with me most of the time. News happens at a moments notice!
A passion of mine is to preserve history and I choose to do my preservation through photography. No matter the subject matter or the camera you use every click of the shutter captures a moment in time, a piece of our history and for me that is most important. Over the past 24 years I have been documenting my career mostly on film but I do have several hundred images made with a digital camera. I have also been documenting our family as well which is 90% slide film and 10% digital. Without an actual physical count I’d have to estimate my family slide collection hovers somewhere near 8,000 images of which only half have been filed. I just received another 216 slides the other day from the holidays.
Another reason I still shoot slide film is because of monetary value. Collectors want originals. I’ve sold older slides from my collection on Ebay for some serious amounts of money. As a matter of fact I know people who do it for a living. They buy slide collections and break them up. This is both sad and fascinating as well. I’ve slowly been acquiring slides that I hope to flip in the near future but only time will tell.
Since Kodak has exited the slide film market entirely there are only several choices left in which to buy it. Agfa Photo has recently restarted its slide film business and I’m glad because I love the stuff compared to Fuji’s. Its comes done to personal choice. Also Kodak does not process film anymore and most film (Print) is either processed in house at local photo labs or stores like Walmart or CVS. Slide film processing is only done at a handful of locations around the United States with the most popular being Dwayne’s Photo in Parsons, Kansas.
Although those yellow Kodak boxes of joy that came in the mail are no longer I still get excited for those Red, White & Blue boxes from Dwayne’s!
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It’s six O’clock AM December 31st 2014 as I sit by the light of our Christmas tree thinking back over some of the events of this year. I have to admit this year has been pretty good to me and my family despite being injured earlier in the year I did manage to run 1,098 miles in 2014 far shorter than the 1,500 miles originally planned.
Some amazing things happened in 2014. In April our team “Liar Liar Feet On Fire” placed sixth overall in the Seneca 7 competition. In the month of June my wife and kids flew to Chicago for her niece’s wedding and a Chicago Cubs game at Wrigley Field. Unfortunately I could not go due to my work. The month of July our family took about a three week tour of New England where we visited Boston, Coastal Maine, Acadia National Park, New Hampshire and Vermont followed by a trip to Long Island in order to celebrate my fathers 70th birthday with family and friends. In early October I traveled back to New England to visit friends and for some fall color paddling in search of the ever elusive moose. Sadly the moose still remains elusive. Later in the month I had the honor of being my brothers best man at his wedding. Moving into early November I ran my first ever marathon, the New York City Marathon. What a life experience that was. Over the Thanksgiving holiday we were back on Long Island. In December however we celebrated Christmas right here in our home with family and friends. It was quiet just the way we like it. Several days after the holiday we were back on Long Island visiting my family. The boys love seeing their two cousins, add a trip to Nassau Coliseum “The home of four time Stanley Cup Champs” NY Islanders to watch some WWE wrestling.
Lastly 2014 also saw the birth of two beautiful babies. My wife’s nephew Phil and his wife Amy gave birth to the cutest baby girl. My cousin Chris and his wife Jenna gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Sadly in 2014 we have yet to meet these two beautiful babies. Another thing that saddens me is we did not spend any time with my wife’s family. Something I truly miss doing. These two things I hope to rectify in 2015.
With that said I wish you all a Happy and Healthy 2015, Cheers!
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Standing at Fort Wadsworth on Staten Island trying to seek some sort of shelter from the 40 mph winds and the 30 degree temps with very little luck. Layered in pants, sweatshirt, gloves, arm warmers and a hood, chatter from the runners can slightly be heard over the howling of the wind as I begin my stretching routine. I’m in wave 1 corral E with a 0940 start time. Slowly they begin herding us onto both the upper and lower level of the Verrazano Narrows bridge. The wind still howling, I shed my pants, runner chatter slowly fades as our National Anthem is sung, the firing of the howitzer and the New York City Marathon has begun.
Ascending the lower level of the Verrazano Narrows Bridge the wind is like the hand of God, tossing us like pieces of paper into one another, I had all I could do to cross this bridge.
Descending into Brooklyn the wind fortunately was cut by some of the buildings I would guess and the sun actually felt warm on my face. Shedding my sweatshirt and mistakenly my gloves, nothing I can do but focus on the race. 7th Ave crowds begin to sparsely line the course, winding our way towards 4th Ave and the crowds grow. Bands, DJ’s and MC’s are in control at this point and my watch ticks off the first 5K. My adrenaline is pumping like crazy, I’m at a really comfortable pace. I move to the left side of the road in order to high five the now enormous crowds who are screaming at me, cheering my name, hugging me as I thunder on by. This is my first marathon and my good friend Brian made me a shirt for this occasion “Joe’s First Marathon” and let me just say this shirt gave me Rock Star Status for the day. I’m on a HUGE high right now but I’ve kept myself pretty much on pace in the mid/high seven minute per mile range and my watch ticks of the 10K mark. I’m feeling amazing, body is in sync, breathing spot on and I’m just taking it all in.
At this point the wind has been teasing us for a while, the buildings acted both like barriers and wind tunnels. Runners were being pelted with empty water cups making their way through the water stops. Running along Lafayette Ave, Bedford Ave and Manhattan Ave we make a quick right onto Greenpoint Ave and then a quick left onto McGuinness Blvd and mile 13.1 the halfway point. I remember thinking to myself I can do this its just another half marathon to run as we approach the Pulaski Bridge and the Queens Borough.
Crossing the Pulaski Bridge we make our way through a small part of Queens with the crowd support still going pretty strong at this point. Onto the Queensboro Bridge we were touched again by the hand of God. The wind was just absolutely brutal whipping right up the East river. A steady climb along the lower level crossing Roosevelt Island, no crowd support just the wind and the other runners fighting it out, complaining about the wind. I felt defeated from battling the wind at this point as we descend into Manhattan.
Coming off the Queensboro Bridge and onto 1st Ave was an experience in itself. At the Expo on Friday they had warned us this could be a place where our pace might get thrown off. The crowds were ENORMOUS along 1st Ave and at some points were fifty deep on each side. There were more bands, DJ’s, MC’s. People with signs cheering for friends and loved ones, children wanting to reach out and touch the runners as we passed, again we were all Rock Stars. I could feel my adrenaline kick in again as I ran towards the left side of the road, running up 1st Ave giving high five’s to everyone. People in the crowd were calling my name, yelling words of encouragement, again with the hugs and I have a smile from ear to ear.
In the back of my mind I know that my wife and kids will be at mile 18 96th street waiting for me. I start to look at street numbers along 1st Ave because I’m worried I will get carried away in all the energy I’ve been surrounded with and run right by them. I look up and I’m at 94th Street, I’m getting excited just two more blocks to go. And there in the distance I see my son Michael holding in the air a pink foam pool noodle they brought so I would be able to pick them out of the crowd. However hey did not see me approaching as I ran up and grabbed them all with a HUGE hug and kiss. They were so excited to see me as I was to see them and it gave me a quick boost of energy that I needed. Taking off and shortly after crossing the Willis Ave Bridge from Manhattan into the Bronx.
Mile 20, I hit the wall! The distance, the wind and the cold had finally begun to take its toll. I told myself “Joe six more miles” you’ve got this. There was no way I was going to let myself be defeated. Crowds had thinned quite a bit at this point, as I pressed on.
Back into Manhattan:
Crossing the Madison Ave Bridge from the Bronx back into Manhattan was a steep incline, the wind again was taking its toll and I took a short walk break. I’m back running!
Mile 21: I look over and see a guy stretching his calf on the side of the road. My left calf was burning a bit so I figured I’ll stop quickly and stretch. I look over at him and say “Hey we have five miles left, let’s finish this” Dave from Sweden looks at me and asks if I’d finish it with him he was hurting. I responded, ABSOLUTELY!
Mile 22: Dave is in real pain with severe side stitches and pushes me to carry on without him. I said no way we finish together, Dave insisted so I started to pull away. Both my glutes and my quads are on fire at this point. I’m dehydrated, exhausted and I take another short walk break.
Mile 23: On 5th Ave along Central Park and the crowds are nuts! I go through the water stop, grab a cup, I chug it, grab another take a few sips and toss it. I start to run, one hundred feet south of the water stop is a woman holding a box of grapes. She looks at me and says “Joe, grab a handful of energy and go finish this”. I reached in grabbed that handful and took off.
Mile 24: We are in Central Park and the crowd is going strong, I’m still moving.
Mile 25: Starting out of Central Park and onto Central Park South, I’m looking for Julie and the boys in the crowd. Crowd is overwhelming at this point. I cannot see them. Suddenly I hear “GERONIMO” I turn to my left and there they are waving and cheering. I make the right on CPS and I know this spot well. In 2011 we watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade right here. I’m in the home stretch!
Mile 26: Columbus Circle, making the right back into Central Park and I can see the finish line. I’ve got this!
Mile 26.2: My feet cross the finish line confirming that I’m officially a marathoner.
I’m cold, tired, sore and disoriented. A volunteer puts my finisher medal around my neck and congratulates me, I begin to tear up. Another volunteer wraps me in a plastic New York City Marathon throw to keep me warm and congratulates me, I mumble a thank you. Waddling my way through Central Park towards the exit at 72nd street, I chug a bottle of Gatorade even though Gatorade and I don’t get along. I eat an apple and even try one of those extremely gross power bars things. Yeah I was that hungry! After a few bites of the bar I chucked it into the garbage. Craving a ham and cheese sandwich I made my way onto Central Park West where another volunteer wrapped my in a beautiful 2014 TCS New York City Marathon fleece lined poncho. She secured it for me, congratulated me and I stumbled my way towards 62nd street to the family reunification. There is where I met up with Julie and the boys. There they hugged me and congratulated me and told me how proud they were. Still craving my ham and cheese sandwich we made our way into the subway at Columbus Circle. The stairs were very difficult! Shortly after we arrived at Penn Station and the Long Island Railroad. With about 5 minutes to catch our train I was denied my sandwich.
The train ride to my parents was 90 minutes, but it was quiet and relaxing. Checking my phone my email inbox was inundated with messages of congratulations, good luck and so forth. Put it in perspective I had over 600 emails.
My Parents House:
After being picked up at the station by my dad all I wanted was a hot shower and food! Waiting for us were my brother and his wife, My sister with her family, my uncle and mom. Finally my hot shower, and then a huge spaghetti and meatball dinner followed by some awesome desserts.
Julie Geronimo, I love you and thank you for all of your sacrifice and support over these last few years. I could have never done this without you.
Diana Bean, where do I begin? This is all your fault, you pushed me to run my first ever race back in 2012. I will ever be grateful, Thank you!
My Family: You know you all rock! I love you all…
To all of you who have done nothing but support me and cheer me on you all are AWESOME & AMAZING!!!! I’m so fortunate to have you all in my corner. Thank you!
I loved it! The New York City Marathon was amazing, the people of New York are truly awesome and that’s what makes it the best city in the world. One journey for me has now come to the end. To be honest I don’t know what is next. All I can tell you is I love to run, I love the running community and I look forward to what is in store for my future.
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This Thanksgiving our family decided to unstuff the traditional family bird and venture south in order to visit our friends in North Carolina for the holiday weekend. Three years ago our friends Sharon and John had retired to North Carolina with visions of warmer weather. However cool Canadian air must have followed us down that never ending Interstate 81. Does the State of Virginia ever end?
Leaving New York Tuesday afternoon it had just begun to snow. Sixty miles to the south snow had changed to rain, a steady rain and that would be the recipe for the first 367 miles to Harrisonburg, VA. Our road weary heads rested and we’re once again on the road. Weather was still chilly but the rain had passed making the final 268 miles to Kannapolis, NC easy. We arrived under the warm rays of the sun to much fanfare. We spent the rest of the day relaxing and catching up.
Thanksgiving morning began early for me as I was to meet my friend Kaye-Lani at 0630 in Cornelius, NC for the Lake Norman 10K Turkey Trot. Our goal was to just have fun and not worry whatsoever about time, that is exactly what we did. Kaye-Lani’s husband Andrew was there to cheer us. After the race a cup of Joe was in order at Summit Coffee in the small college town of Davidson. . Parting ways, I returned to celebrate Thanksgiving with Julie, Michael, Max, Sharon and John. The food was delicious and this bird was completely stuffed. After dinner Julie and I ventured out to witness the crazies lined up at Walmart and then we did the unthinkable, we went in! I was totally ashamed as I swore to myself I would never shop on Thanksgiving. Hopefully I learn from my mistake.
Friday again began early as I went for a 7 1/2 mile run and after breakfast we did some black Friday shopping returning to Davidson to meet up with Kaye-Lani, have some coffee, shop and lunch. At this point Julie, myself and the boys ventured west to Asheville in order to check into our hotel. We were scheduled for an 8 O’clock candle light tour that evening of the Biltmore Estate decorated for Christmas. And this my friends is where we cross one item off our preverbal “Bucket List”. The Biltmore Estate of the late “George Washington Vanderbilt” is the largest private home ever built in America. The home opened to family and friends on Christmas Eve 1895. We have dreamt for years to visit Biltmore all decorated for Christmas. You see Julie and I love Christmas, not only for all the traditions, glitz and glamour but for what the spirit of Christmas represents.
Saturday we returned to our friends home in Kannapolis. That evening we were treated to a firework show, some dinner and one heck of a Christmas light display at Charlotte Motor Speedway. Yes we actually had the opportunity to drive on the track. A great way to end a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday.
Sunday morning we were on the road back to New York. Making great time only to come to a screeching halt at the NY/PA border. It took us and hour and a half to go from the border to kamikaze curve with all the Thanksgiving traffic. Twelve hours later we had arrived home safe and sound and I am thankful for that!