I am now at the Great River, the Saint Lawrence River, and can see across to the other side to Canada.
This place has extraordinary beauty. It’s called North Country New York.
The big thing about it during the late summer has been the abundance of wild flowers beside the roads and in the fields, especially the Queen Anne’s Lace and the Blue Cornflower, but the varieties are infinite.
But now the big thing now, early autumn, is the sky. The Great River, Canada, the sun, the city and still the wildflowers though a bit wilted – blues, whites, gold – in inconceivable abundance – beyond what one can see – fields beyond what one can see or imagine.
