My trip to New York in October included a jaunt to Storm King, a sculpture garden in New Windsor. This is just an hour north of the city, and the drive was like a postcard of perfection – a crisp fall day filled with rolling hills and charming country cottages. Sure, we got hosed during lunch ($14 for coffee and a small salad, with a side of stinging bees) but nothing can lift your spirits like a bunch of abstract sculptures scattered in a giant field.

Mostly I just wanted to go for the name: STOOOOORM KIIIIIING (say it with a booming, God-like voice). It sounds so formidable, yes? I imagine that if I was to have a castle in the north country (next to Winterfell) I would name it Storm King. Jon Snow would never be forced to leave. And all my ravens would be white. Think about it.

Let the wonderful and amazing Cheyne Stepanski take you on a photo journey…

the brown stuff is sugar, i think. everyone was really impressed. i was not. sugar? who cares.

I forced Cheyne through this forest to reach the river. He didn’t want to get ticks.

punim

sugah hut

my fave

definitely worth the potential ticks