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Singing Ballads of Books off Broadway

10 Jul

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When you walk into Lyrical Ballad Bookstore on Phila Street in downtown Saratoga Springs, the first thing you notice is that familiar smell of words on paper, some of them old and some of them new. You are surrounded by books on shelves, books on the floor, books everywhere you look, and they are packed so tightly that it’s not always quite clear where one book stops and another begins. There is a mythological, or perhaps Jim Henson-ian, labyrinthine feel to the space, and while you won’t likely meet a minotaur stalking its next victim among the winding stacks, you will surely find its literary embodiment waiting to be devoured by one of the voracious readers who have regularly visited the shop since it opened in October of 1971.

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As an 8 year resident of Saratoga Springs I am embarrassed to admit that this was my first visit to this downtown institution. I’ve often walked by it in a rush to get somewhere else while reminding myself every time I passed it to stop in the next time I found myself with some free time. I’m happy that that day finally came on a sunny afternoon in early April. It was then that I walked into 7 Phila
Street and almost didn’t find my way out.

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When John DeMarco, a Saratoga County native fresh out of college with a degree in literature burning a hole in his pocket, decided to open a bookstore in downtown Saratoga, I doubt he could have predicted that his shop would grow in ways that indicate it may have had a plan of its own, a plan to infiltrate all of the hidden corners of downtown Saratoga. It began as a small shop that was “cheap and available” according to John. However, as John and his wife Janice developed relationships with his neighbors and as spaces around Lyrical Ballad have gone out of business (the gallery of famous Saratoga photographer George Bolster, for instance) or moved to larger, more modern accommodations, new rooms have seemingly sprouted up on their own where once there were solid walls. They appear to go on forever almost like the five-and-a-half-minute hallway from Mark Danielewski’s House of Leaves. There were several moments as I found myself wandering aimlessly among the volumes when I wondered if I shouldn’t be leaving a trail of breadcrumbs in order to find my
way back. Meanwhile, on the list of coolest places for a store to keep their more valuable inventory are two former bank vaults that harken back to days when Saratoga National Bank was housed on the corner of Phila and Broadway. There is a deep rooted sense of history in this building, and I picture the books as living entities feeding off of the remnant energy of days gone by.

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While the building layout may have morphed and expanded over the years, one thing that hasn’t changed is the excitement and respect that John and Janice have for the written word. Their appreciation for the service they provide is evident in the reverence with which they speak about their business. Don’t talk about Kindles and Nooks in here (unless the nooks you’re referring to are one of the many places where you can sit down and read that first edition Hardy Boys book you never got to finish). This is a temple to creativity in all shapes and forms: new, old, science fiction, historical non-fiction, reference, and children’s stories. There are boxes full of prints and illustrations depicting life in the early days of the Capital Region. There are song books, Broadway scripts, cook books, and boxes of antique postcards available for purchase from all over the world with messages from people who likely now only exist as memories. The oldest items owned by the DeMarco’s and likely locked away in one of those former bank vaults are two rare books. One is, very fittingly, a book of horses from 1535, and the other is a book on Italian architecture dated 1580. Forget Yaddo, folks. I’m convinced that any writer in residence would find more than their fair share of inspiration among these accumulated works of authors from across the globe.

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Of course, the big question is how does Lyircal Ballad continue to remain relevant in our increasingly digital world? The DeMarco’s attribute their continued success to customer loyalty and a community that supports small business. They have regular visitors who return time and again to see what they may have missed on their last adventure through the stacks, and they also have seasonal clientele who show up along with the New York City Ballet and the Philadelphia Orchestra. The racetrack, of course, brings its own set of characters. However they do recognize that they, like many independent business owners, are working harder than ever to stay afloat. Beyond the tangible storefront, they provide a unique appraisal service to people from all over New York and New England. For example, when someone with a significant library passes away they are often contacted by family members to come in an determine how much the library is worth. Currently they are working with an individual who lost his entire library in a fire and needs appraisal figures for his insurance company. It is a service that not many people offer, and they have definitely found their niche. Additionally, they buy worthy items from individuals who come in to the shop looking for some quick cash. On this particular day there was a gentleman attempting to sell a monochromatic print from the mid to late 1800’s depicting a child in a desert surrounded by a menagerie of lions, tigers, and bears (oh my!). As I said, the inventory is diverse.

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We live in a world that grows more and more technologically connected and interpersonally disconnected everyday at a speed that can sometimes be overwhelming. We easily disregard the simple joys in life as frivolous or unnecessary, and we are often more concerned with getting the best deal rather than supporting those small business in our community who are struggling more than ever to survive. We download books at the touch of a button, and we forget that there is treasure out there, bound on paper just waiting to be discovered. I invite you to stop in and visit John and Janice on your next trip to Saratoga Springs. I know they would be happy to have you. While you’re there, look for an armoire that I’m certain if explored under the right conditions would lead you right to Mr. Tumnus drinking tea in C.S. Lewis’s Narnia. Just don’t forget your breadcrumbs.

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Lyrical Ballad Bookstore
7 Phila St
Saratoga Springs, NY 12866
(518) 584-8779

Scenic Saratoga: Yaddo

15 Jun

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Hidden behind a veritable forest of deciduous trees, off of a long and winding road, bordered on the north by Union Avenue and on the east by I-87 you will find Yaddo. This mansion estate turned artist residence is a hidden treasure in the Capital Region, and while its doors are closed to the general public, its gardens are not. I often find myself wandering through the Yaddo property as a way to clear my head of whatever nonsense I happen to be worrying about at the moment. It is definitely not in its prime yet since the roses aren’t even close to blooming, but on a clear sunny day it is a great place to go when I need some me time. On this particular day it was about 90 degrees in the shade, and simply lifting my Nikon to my face caused me to sweat profusely. Of course it didn’t help that I had just come from work and was still in my khakis. No matter. There were so many angles to capture that I simply became one with the perspiration (i.e. wiped it on my sleeve).

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The establishment of Yaddo is centered around both love and loss, and these feelings are tangible as you walk through the wrought iron gate guarding the entrance. Engraved above the archway, S.T. and K. T., Spencer Trask and Katrina Trask, are the names of Yaddo’s original proprietors and creators, deeply in love, deeply committed to the arts, and deeply saddened by the loss of all of their children before they reached adulthood. The most inspiring thing I take away from this story is the fact that Spencer and Katrina kept pushing forward. Instead of throwing in the proverbial towel they built a residence that continues to inspire people today: painters, musicians, filmmakers, and photographers, among others, apply for residency for two weeks to two months at this esteemed mansion. I’d be lying if I said that I had no interest in seeing what goes on within its stone walls.

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Sadly, as with most non-profits, Yaddo has experienced its share of financial challenges. As the above sign illustrates, the garden rock fountain is inoperable at the moment due to cracks in its foundation. They rely mostly on donations for upkeep, and, as with everywhere else, money is tight. I truly hope that they get the relief they need soon, as this is certainly a local treasure that should not be allowed to fall into disrepair.

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Interested in supporting Yaddo? Check out their information page here.

The Yaddo Gardens are open from dawn to dusk, 7 days a week.

See all of my Saratoga Springs photos on Flickr.

Photographing the Afterlife

2 Jun

It was a cemetery that inspired my pursuit of photography.

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I realize that this probably sounds like an odd foray into the visual arts, but it’s true nonetheless. It was the early spring of 2000, and I was taking a college class called On Death and Dying. My professor, an awesomely eccentric social worker who believed in the power of personal spirituality, assigned us all the task of walking around a cemetery by ourselves as a way to inspire quiet introspection. I wanted to make the assignment more interesting by bringing my new camera, mainly because I needed a purpose. Wandering through a cemetery with just my thoughts to keep me company was a bit too unsettling. Being home on spring break, I decided, was the perfect opportunity for me to get the task out of the way. Armed with my little Canon A80 point-and-shoot, I walked through Oakwood Cemetery in Lansingburgh on a mild, sunny afternoon. To my surprise I actually discovered that cemeteries can be pretty interesting places, both from an historic and photographic perspective. I played with angles and lighting, distance and perspective. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew it was fun. After that day I started to see things as I wanted them to appear in a photograph. It took a while for this hobby to morph into the full-on obsession that it is today, and at this point it’s hard to believe that I went through life not taking pictures of everything.

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Anyway, I do have a point coming up here. Today I got in touch with my photographic roots by wandering around a cemetery here in Saratoga that mirrors some of the history and scenery that I love about Oakwood. Greenridge Cemetery is just on the outskirts of downtown Saratoga Springs bordered by South Broadway on the west and Lincoln Ave. on the north. To be honest I only recently discovered this sprawling burial ground. I guess I always knew it was there, driving past it on my way to Union Ave, the track, or exit 14 on the Northway, but I never truly new how expansive it was.

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While not necessarily as sprawling as some other Capital Region cemeteries, Greenridge covers a fairly large area when you consider that it is in the middle of Saratoga Springs (it happens to be the largest in the city). It is made up of a mix of modern headstones, markers from the mid-19th Century, and both small and large mausoleums that dot the landscape, acting as a type of stoic border patrol standing guard over everyone who couldn’t necessarily afford to remain indoors for eternity. While I enjoy admiring these buildings from the safety of my car, nothing will persuade me to attempt to peer through the slots in doors or stained glass windows adorning their walls. I prefer to leave well-enough alone. No reason to disturb potential zombies that can just walk right out of a door, am I right?

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You know what else I could do without? Creepy statues. Who are the people that decide they want a life-size replica of some woman draping her grief stricken body over a stone crucifix? Anyone who knows me is well-aware of my irrational fear of statues, and it took all of my courage and positive self-talk to even stay put long enough to get this shot. This is exactly why I expect to be cremated. I will not be buried next to some freaky sculpture of a crying angel or a shrouded figure brooding over my neighbor in the afterlife. Burn me up right quick!

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Regardless of the creepiness factor, I really do enjoy wandering around a cemetery steeped in history, reading gravestones, and thinking about the lives of the people buried there. Who were they? What were they like? What was important to them? What would they think of the world if they were alive today? All of these questions will continue to inspire me. And if you happen to be in my car on a sunny afternoon, you never know when we might be making a pit stop to explore someone’s final resting place.

Want to know who’s buried in Greenridge and learn a bit more about its history? Check it out here.

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My City

14 Mar

I moved to Saratoga Springs in July of 2004 upon securing my first full-time job after graduate school. Growing up in Cohoes, I had always wanted to live here. There is an energy about this small city of nearly 30,000 people that made me want to be in it, especially in the warmer months when there always seemed to be something exciting happening. It was only natural that I would choose to live here, half-way between work and family, when it was time for me to make that transition into adulthood (which I’m pretty sure I’m still making, by the way). Since then I have gotten married, bought a house, and we’ve added a cat and dog to our family. I love living here. I’ve made great friends over the last six years, and I’m truly looking forward to the future. That being said, I thought I would take a minute to share the way I see some of the various sights you might encounter on any given day here through my camera lens. I am regularly amazed at how quickly life goes speeding by, and I’ve realized that one of the reasons I love photography is because it freezes time just for a moment. Here are some of my moments. Enjoy!

The Spirit of Life, Congress Park

One of my favorite places in the city to wander and snap photos is Congress Park. Situated just on the edge of downtown, this green space is a bevy of activity no matter what season we’re in. In the warm months you can find people lounging on the grass, throwing frisbees, and sharing space with the resident ducks that seem to have lost any of the fear of humans that should come naturally to animals that are especially tasty with fruit sauce (Just kidding ducks! Or am I?). Perhaps you’ll encounter a wedding party heading into the Canfield Casino on a sunny Saturday in July, or maybe you’re interested in riding the park’s historic carousel. In the winter, well, there’s snow, and the peacefulness of Congress Park after a snowstorm is perfection. No ducks though.

Spit and Spat, Congress Park

Let me be upfront about this. Anyone who really knows me knows that statues freak me right the heck out. Generally I can deal with abstract statues or even most statues of animals (horses, being freakishly large and intimidating in real life, are the exception). However, anything that even closely resembles a person or some other type of bi-ped makes my skin crawl. To really understand what I mean, watch this clip, and I’m sure you’ll get it. Anyway, I generally stay away from close up shots of statues, but I actually really like Spit and Spat. I’m not quite sure why. Maybe it’s the water. Anyway, I certainly never turn my back on them. Just in case…

Duck Butt, Congress Park

You have no idea how many takes we went through to get this shot. Stupid prima donna duck.

 

Congress Spring, Congress Park

There are natural springs all around the city. Many of them are easily recognizable by the pavilions that have been built up around them, while others you have to search for. Some deliver natural tasting fresh spring water while others flow with mineral water that tastes somewhat like an omelette that was left out a little too long. Either way people go crazy for the stuff. Supposedly there are health benefits to regularly drinking from these springs, and people do bottle it up. I’ll stick to the tap.

Yaddo Gardens

Yaddo, the world famous artist’s colony, is located just off the highway (I-87 exit 14) on the outskirts of town. Writers like Truman Capote, Langston Hughes, and Sylvia Plath have all s pent time within its walls honing their craft. It remains a retreat to this day, and there is quite an in depth application process in order to gain entry. The building is rarely open to the public, but the beautiful gardens are available from dawn to dusk each day. It can be a quiet and relaxing place to go, as long as you avoid the many statues of Yaddo founders Spencer and Katrina Trask’s children peppered throughout the grounds. Creepy!

Morning Exercises, Saratoga Flat Track

"And down the stretch they come!"

A trip to Saratoga would not be complete without a visit to the flat track. Open from late July to Labor Day, this summer tradition has a long history, and the city truly depends on the influx of tourists that flock here during the meet. Not being a big gambler, you won’t find find me betting on the races more than once or twice a season. It can be a nice way to spend a warm August afternoon with family and friends. Just don’t let me bet for you. Unfortunately, choosing the winner based on the best names has a pretty low pay rate. However, what I do enjoy is watching the horses and trainers warm up early in the morning before the day gets started. These are powerful animals, and the setting is certainly unique for getting some good shots before breakfast.

So that’s my city in a nutshell. Of course this is just a snapshot of all there is to do. Sure there are other great places around the area, but for me this is it. It’s the place that’s always waiting for me, safe and familiar, full of activity. And when I’m ready to head out on another adventure, whether it’s halfway across the world or just a car ride away, I know I’ll always look forward to returning to this small but vibrant Upstate city.

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