As I sit bundled up in my house, waiting in anticipation for Sandy, I am looking at pictures I took a little over a week ago, as I was driving from Germantown to Oneonta in the wake of a kinder, gentler, storm that didn’t merit a name. I drove towards the Central Leatherstocking Region along Route 145, skirting along the northern edge of the Catskills. The clouds were breaking and dense fog dissolved, allowing the light to paint a dramatic skyscape as the late afternoon merged with the evening illuminating a patch of autumnal color here and there along the hills. The next morning I drove back to the hudson valley via Route 28, skirting the southern edge of the Catskills. Morning mists swirled and parted before the sunny pleasant day began in earnest. From there it was a train ride to New York and flight down to Jacksonville Florida, where the scenery couldn’t be more different.