Memento Mori: Deer by the roadside

One day while I was walking the dog around the Jefferson Valley Mall I came across this unfortunate deer by the side of the road. At first I was just going to take a picture of the carcass, but then vaguely defined thoughts to do with the way that technology was destroying our environment came to mind and I decided to include the instruments of the deer’s destruction: the passing vehicles.

As I write this I realize that I did another post with the words “memento mori” in the title: Memento Mori: Bird Wing . Co-incidentally it was taken at pretty much the same location.

Taken with an iphone 5S.

Déjeuner sur l’herbe

Actually this would be more accurately described as “dîner” rather than “déjeuner” as it was taken during an evening picnic on the grounds of Boscobel while waiting for a play to start. Constitution Marsh and the Hudson River can be seen in background – one of the most spectacular Hudson Valley views I’ve come across.

Taken with a Panasonid Lumix LX3.

Aerial camera

A Facebook friend posted the above picture along with the comment: ‘That “serious” feeling when you put down your smartphone and pick up a real camera…’ Although he’s a camera aficianado he didn’t mention what camera it was. After searching around on the internet for a while I found a number of instances where this picture appeared and in them it was referred to as a “Kodak K-24 US Air Force Camera with Aero-Ektar f2.5, 178 mm, 5×5 lens”. I posted this information to a vintage camera Facebook group to which I belong and was soon informed that this was not the case. One member joked “I am fairly sure that is either not a K24 or the man is about 3 feet tall.” Apparently the K24 is a much smaller camera than this one. The post elicited quite a few comments, many of them quite funny, but eventually one of the members solved the puzzle.

The camera is a Fairchild K-17.

Obviously I didn’t take the picture, nor do I know who did.

St. Philip’s Church in the Highlands

Of all the churches in our area I think this one is my favorite, possibly because it reminds me of St. Mary’s Church in Sandbach, Cheshire, UK where I grew up.

It’s located in Garrison, NY and I’ve posted about it before (see: St. Philip’s Church in the Highlands, Garrison). However, this is a different view and this one is in black and white where the other one was in color.

It has a rich history documented in some detail (accompanied by illustrations) in the history section of the church’s website.

I’ve always been fascinated by Benedict Arnold and so was interested to discover that there is a plaque inside the church which reads:

In memory of Colonel Beverley Robinson
Churchwarden 1770-1777
Who under God was
The founder of this Parish.
Born at Middlesex in Virginia 1722
Died at Bath in England 1792.

I already knew that Arnold was staying at the Beverley House when he fled, but the church’s website provides additional information:

At the outbreak of the Revolutionary War, Beverly Robinson, by then one of the wealthiest and most influential men in North America, was asked by his friend, John Jay, to sign an oath of allegiance to the newly created United States of America. Robinson declined Jay’s invitation.

By all accounts a fine man, a good landlord and devout Christian, Robinson chose to remain loyal to his British heritage, and refused to become part of the rebellion. In May 1777, he raised the Loyal American Legion. He served during the war years as a Loyalist Colonel in British Intelligence, leading agents made up of local citizens that aided the British armed forces. He helped plan and fought in the successful British conquest of Forts Montgomery and Clinton in October 1777.

In 1778, his home in Garrison was taken for the use of the Continental army, and Benedict Arnold came to occupy it in the summer of 1780, when he took up his post as commandant of West Point. Robinson’s entire estates were confiscated in 1779 on the establishment of the State government in New York.

Robinson was part of the plot, conceived by Benedict Arnold and the British spy, Major John Andre, to deliver the fortifications at West Point to the British. Robinson was on board the British ship, HMS Vulture, which Andre left to go ashore near Stony Point to meet Arnold and obtain the plans on Thursday, September 21, 1780. However, American cannon fire drove the Vulture back down the Hudson and Andre was forced to find another way back to British lines.

Dressed in civilian clothes, Andre was captured on Saturday, September 23. On the morning of Monday, September 25, Arnold learned that the plot had been uncovered and rode fullspeed to the landing where his barge waited. He ordered his men to row him to the Vulture, where he told the waiting Beverly Robinson of the plot’s failure.

Robinson and his family left for England at the close of the Revolution. Robinson died there in 1792, never returning to the Hudson River Valley. Some of the most touching early records of our church include letters, written after the war by Beverly Robinson to his old friend, John Jay, pleading for the restitution of his fortune and property. Jay’s letters in response simply say, “I’m sorry. It’s not possible!”

I also discovered that he’s buried in Bath Abbey in the town of Bath, UK where, co-incidentally our eldest daughter studied.

Taken with a Sony NEX 5N and Sony E 18-55mm F3.5-5.6 OSS

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