Category Archives: Albany

Holiday Druthers

If you or your family or friends are looking for a place with holiday sparkle and made-for-Instagram backdrops, along with a killer collection of mac and cheese dishes, consider the glowing environs of Druther’s Brewing Company in downtown Albany (and several other locations as seen on their website). It’s a crazy-magical experience, centered around a cozy fireplace taking pride of place right near the entrance, which sets the scene for the surrounding light show.

Along with some of the friendliest hosts and servers in the area, this was a warm-hearted holiday experience and a fun dining scene for all of us too spent to cook at this most wonderful time of the year. A festive dinner with friends is a very good way to celebrate the holidays.

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A Mural Grows in Albany

I adore a mural that turns a nondescript building into a work of art, and this new one in downtown Albany looks to be something that echoes the bright blue of the sky, at least in this early stage. I can’t wait to see what it becomes.

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Beautiful Albany

Albany reveals its realms of beauty when you take the time to find them. Yesterday’s lunch break found me tracking up the hill near my office and finding this old fountain planted with lush tropicals. I remember when its water stopped running several years ago, which was sad to see, but at least they’ve come up with an equally-beautiful display in its stead.

My lunchtime walks in downtown Albany have been especially lovely of late, thanks to some beautiful September weather. This is where I started my state career over twenty-four years ago, just a few streets down from my current office building. Some things do come full circle. (Now I’m in that pretty building with the dome seen below.)

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Dazzler of the Day: Erin Harkes

If there’s one thing we love here, it’s a Renaissance artist keenly invested in reinvention and self-evolution. Enter Erin Harkes and her impressive array of talents and testaments, including today’s Dazzler of the Day crowning. It wasn’t enough for her to conquer the worlds of music, comedy, and performing arts – she had to add publication-savior to that storied resume as well.

Resurrecting the beloved ‘Metroland!’ was a bold and some might claim foolish move, but for those of us who loved and missed an independent alternative focused on the arts and entertainment, it was the act of a savior. Harkes made that bodacious decision to bring ‘Metroland Now’ to the Albany fold, and for those of us who used to eagerly await each new issue this rekindles happy memories of a perhaps-happier time.

Harkes has been at the helm of the revitalized publication since April 2024 (which is the last time she claims to have slept) and the effort she’s put into its relaunch is apparent. With a renewed focus on the music scene of Albany, ‘Metroland Now’ feels reinvigorated and reborn, reconnecting with its original roots; brash, irreverent, and slightly messy, it’s the very thing for this moment of social media mediocrity, and mainstream media’s reluctance to take a stance on anything. 

My hat goes off to anyone brave enough to wade into any aspect of publishing these days; my greater admiration is reserved for those who go after a dream and a noble vision with an idea and element of bettering the community around them. That’s the true talent of this Dazzler of the Day.

Harkes is currently setting up to compete in ‘Dancing with the Capitol Region Stars: Battle of the Beats’ to do some fundraising for ‘Metroland Now’ – scheduled for November 1, 2025. Check out her enchanting website here for all the details.

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Downtown Albany to the Core

One of the best parts of an office day is the opportunity to walk around downtown Albany and see what’s happening. While COVID definitely did a number on a number of establishments, there are signs of life returning to this once-bustling place. dp: An American Brasserie remains a favorite dinner spot for date nights with Andy, while my favorite lunch places are the following:

Banh Mi 47

Viva Empanadas

Miranda’s

Common Roots Brewing Company

Pearl Street Diner

The Enchanted Florist provides gorgeous cut flowers, while River Garden Studio has a wide selection of houseplants (the latter will be open again starting September 10). For unique and gorgeous gifts with an Albany emphasis, there is the Fort Orange General Store.

My one main complaint is that the area still needs a market/drug store – and some of us state workers are so desperate we don’t care if it’s a Rite Aid, Walgreen’s or CVS – anything to get us through the day!

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Hold This Space, Keep This Place

Returning to reality after a fun birthday weekend in Boston is proving more difficult than usual, and I just don’t feel like doing it. To that lazy and stubborn end, this is a filler post until I can whip up the strength and energy to do something worthy of this space – and that likely won’t happen for a while as I have two wonderful birthday dinners with friends coming up in the next two days. When it’s a choice of getting busy living or getting busy blogging, the former will always take precedent over the latter. In the meantime, enjoy the construction-adjacent photo of a canna in bloom before the renovation-in-progress at the Capitol steps.

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Trapped in a Cemetery, A Diva Laments

The Albany Rural Cemetery is a place of beauty, tranquility, respite and repose. Expansive and sprawling, it unfurls in gently rolling hills and little stretches of woodland. It is ancient and steeped in history (it is the resting place for President Chester Arthur) and the crumbling sections and fallen fences in some areas lend it the weight and gravitas of centuries. No other place puts the essence of time in such stark relief than a cemetery. 

This particular cemetery has provided the dramatic backdrop for many photos over the years, particularly those found in the ‘StoneLight’ project. I’ve spent many creative hours seeking out spaces here, always finding sources of inspiration, tableaus that spark other branches of ideas. 

When it came time to find backdrops for The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale, the Albany Rural Cemetery was forefront in my mind for two very big shoots – the spring freshness of this Purple Puff piece and this dreamy, delicious, queer and dear post. It was the perfect prancing ground for the fairy’s tale being told. I also wanted to shoot a winter scene here, which brings us to the background story that ended up overshadowing the entire Divine Diva Tour experience, as it’s the story that still gets told to this day when nothing else from this project remains relevant. 

One of the main reasons I kept coming back here was the relative quiet and unpopulated nature of the space, particularly in the secluded, off-the-beaten-path sections I could drive to along winding and largely untraveled little roads. There were occasional walkers and visitors, but it wasn’t difficult to avoid them in the more neglected areas. It made posing in a big puffy purple dress possible without prying eyes. (Or posing in what I wore for the powder blue winter landscape I am about to show you.)

For that shoot, I waited until the golden hour, which came early in the winter – around 4 PM. I entered the gates and turned down the volume of whatever music I had playing – my little way of showing respect to the surroundings. I’d worn the particular costume for the shoot in the car, which was a ridiculous faux fur coat, a lace skirt, some ruffled bloomers and lace stockings, and a faux fur hat that matched the coat. I hadn’t bothered to bring along another change of clothing because I only intended to get a few quick pics and return home. I even had insane make-up on to go with the scene, and a crazy wig of platinum blonde ringlets. The gates disappeared behind me as I drove further in, as did the sign of the cemetery hours that I had never taken notice of, and soon I was flouncing about in the snow and capturing the winter scene you see before you. 

By the time the sun was down, I’d gotten the shots I needed, squeezed the silly ensemble back into the car, and drove back out the way I had come in, only now the gates were closed. Closed and locked. Having never stayed later in the day, I had no idea that the cemetery closed and locked up at any time. To the left of the driveway out, right near the gates, I noticed the caretaker’s little house, and a car in the space beside it. I was about to get out, when I looked in the mirror, saw the clown make-up, and realized I was in a crazy get-up of powder blue fur and lace that would simply not allow me to leave the vehicle. I did the only thing I could do: leaned on the horn briefly, in as friendly a way as I could muster, so whomever was inside might press a button and let me out. 

And nothing happened. 

I was locked in the Albany Rural Cemetery, I had no cel phone, and most importantly nothing appropriate to wear if I even managed to get the police to arrive. When you see how I looked, in the next post, you’ll understand the predicament a bit better.

…{~To Be Continued~}…

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

  1. Pink Frilly Fairy: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three
  2. Homage to Herb: Part One, Part Two and Part Three
  3. A Purple-Hued Interlude
  4. Style & Panache: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
  5. Purple Puff Confection: Part OnePart Two, Part Three and Part Four.
  6. A Blue-Hued Interlude
  7. Fuchsia Fabulousness: Part One. Part Two and Part Three.
  8. Bad Boy Bangs: Part OnePart Two. and Part Three.
  9. Vanity Under Where: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
  10. Sugar Plum Ballerina: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three.
  11. A Pool Frolic: Part OnePart Two. and Part Three.
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Banana Planet

Fridays at my office are insane. 

Especially when Mercury is in retrograde.

It’s nothing that I can’t handle, but it does occasionally alter my lunch plans, as it did this past Friday when I didn’t get out until 2:30, when the coffee shops were just beginning to shut down for the day. On that particular day it wasn’t coffee I was after, but a simple walk through downtown Albany. The later lunch time meant fewer people out and about, which lends a more contemplative aspect to the walk. At such times I don’t need to find a church to obtain quiet and the space for mindfulness – it is all around, there for the notice and there for the taking. 

The sun would dart behind clouds, then show itself for the short duration of my walk, alternating between bold and bashful in this hide and seek game – the ultimate spring tease. Some of the trees were just starting to swell with buds but nothing substantial had been brave enough to burst forth; early days yet. Instead, I had to find my fun in the circular sticker of bananas seen here on a lamp post. 

A banana planet for a world that’s gone completely bananas

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First Sunday of Spring

With the removal of the winter gates from this park in downtown Albany, spring has officially arrived. Whenever this sign goes up in November, my heart sinks a little at the daunting prospect of how long it feels until spring. Then, in a flash, it’s suddenly here. 

We’ve made it through the winter wilderness, and while I fully expect winter weather to linger for a bit, we can turn the page – just keep the scarf and shovel handy. 

In ‘Simple Prayer for Complex Times’ Lara Downes provides the perfect accompaniment for the first Sunday of spring, when I have chosen to embrace hope and possibility instead of fear and dread. There will be moments to fight and illuminate, but for now, for this morning, I listen with a heart that is open and willing to find the reasons for gratitude. There are many if you think about it – like this park, once again open for walking and sitting and spending a lunch time in quiet contemplation of the luck in being alive. 

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The House Where Anneke Died

When I get out for a lunch walk, I often pass this ancient building on State Street, right beside the building where I started my state career almost twenty four years ago. It stands somewhat incongruously with more modern buildings surrounding and towering over it, and I love it all the more for that. There is a plaque on it denoting its historical significance as the place where Anneke Jans Bogardus once lived. She was one of Albany’s more notorious denizens, having earned herself the nickname of ‘The Vulture’ and cultivating a reportedly cantankerous personality during the 1600’s, when she is said to have come into swaths of impressive land in New York due to a surprise gift left her in a family will.

Disputes and questionable records left the whole story a little bit muddy, which is somewhat fitting, as mud would one day save Anneke’s ass. Her rumored ornery disposition with others was on full display when she allegedly got into an exchange when passing several local men out for a break of pipe-smoking. The story is that she lifted her skirt and presumably mooned them, for which they took her to court. She was cleared when she explained she was merely attempting to keep the hem of her skirt out of the mud. 

That’s a woman after my own heart. Leave them with something to talk about and end up with your name on a plaque that survives for centuries. And who doesn’t get a kick out of a good mooning?

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Sad Pretty, Pretty Sad

A perfect encapsulation of recent days, this plume of smoke from twin factory chimneys is a vivid representation of all that humanity has done to the earth. Maybe it’s producing heat for someone somewhere – I hope it’s worth whatever might be going into the atmosphere. I hope somehow we learn to embrace our planet. I hope… for more hope, even as I feel it dwindling away

Sad,

pretty,

dangerous,

gorgeous – sun and

smoke and freezing sky.

A plume of pink, a bank of blue, and we are poorer for it. 

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Irate Irene

I heard her long before I saw her. 

A litany of loud, expressive ‘fuck’s sounded on a windy afternoon in downtown Albany. As I approached, I could make out the names of the intended recipients:

“Fuck Stella!”

“Fuck the trooper!!”

“Fuck Johnson!!!”

“Fuck the cunt!!!!”

She was screaming at another woman who tried to be keeping some semblance of peace around the shopping cart filled with worn bags, and not having much success of it. I walked quickly by, keeping my head down; Andy says they all talk to me because I make eye contact. I passed unnoticed and crossed the bottom of State Street, when the shouting reared up again. 

“FUCK THEM ALL!! FUCK THEM ALL!!! FUCK THEM ALL!! FUCK THEM ALL!!! FUCK THEM ALL!!!”

By now the entire block was turned in her direction, which is where I was coming from, and I caught the eye of gentlemen who seemed as amused as me. He turned to a server who had just come out of a restaurant and asked if he knew her. 

“Oh yeah, that’s Irene. They call her ‘Irate Irene’ because of… that. But other times she’s just a sweet and normal person.”

Same, Irene.

Same. 

On my way back I had to pass her again. She was quiet and the other woman was gone. Unable to control myself, I caught her eye.

“I like your shirt,” she said, as if the previous storm had never happened.

“Thanks!” I said with a smile of relief.

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A Blue Midday Moment

Sky is at its bluest in the fall.

Sun hides behind a church bell.

Afternoon advancing amid mindfulness.

A blue moment. A sunny moment. An attempt at something.

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A Little Rainbow Reprieve

This little park in downtown Albany opened this fall, and though I drive by it every day, and it’s literally across the street from my office building, I still have’t had the opportunity to stop by and sit there for a bit. My goal is to do that before the weather fully turns. It’s a reminder to take the time for such meditative moments throughout the day – to slow down and stop what we might be barreling through to finish. I need more moments of quiet like that

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Caught in a Rock and a Hard Place

Like this little tomato valiantly forging its way in a long-past Boston summer, this little tree has taken hold in the impossible-small crack of earth somewhere between this old building and the sidewalk in downtown Albany. On a lunch-time walk up to church recently, I found this spot of green where nothing else dared to be growing. As they say in ‘Jurassic Park‘, life will find a way. 

My heart is always moved when I find something like this happening, and then I wonder if anyone else has noticed the noble effort at life and survival going on along a non-descript sidewalk. I also wonder at how many more simply rushed by, or absentmindedly ignored it. The power of a little tree to illuminate how much people might care is equal only to its ability to reveal how little they might care. 

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