Proclaimed eggs, leaky waders and lost boots

Gary Dodson worked the East Branch of The Delaware River in late October.
Patrick L. Sullivan

Gary Dodson worked the East Branch of The Delaware River in late October.
I spent the third week of October at the Tangled Lines Western HQ, in Phoenicia, New York. Everything was low, even the Esopus tailwater, so there was a lot of making do.
One morning I spent dredging the famous Chimney Hole on the Esopus, hoping to provoke hits on streamers, junk flies and big nymphs in the depths. This produced precisely bupkis.
I noticed some splashy rises in the shallower water and switched gears, abandoning the sink tip/short leader for a nine foot 4X leader with an extra two feet or so of 5X tippet. Naturally I forgot to bring a box of specks. Thank you, Dr. Boing-Boing.
The closest thing I had to a speck was a size 18 standard Adams dry fly.
It was maddening. The closer I got to the strike zone, the more the zone shifted.
Finally I hit it. Lo and behold, instead of the shiners I was half expecting, a wild rainbow came to hand. Nothing spectacular in terms of size, maybe 11 inches if I squinted, but feisty and seriously reluctant to be caught and admired.
These are the âsilver bulletsâ of yore, and in the three or four years since New York stopped planting thousands of brown trout in the river, they have increased in size. So where I used to catch a mess of six to eight inches, now they are 10-12 inches.
And they have an almost entirely silver body, with just a faint red line. Hence the name.
Gary Dodson picked me up one morning early and we went on the long drive to the two Delaware tailwaters. The West Branch was too high and murky for our delicate sensibilities, meaning we were afraid of falling in and drowning.
The East Branch was crystal clear, and low. We worked a stretch where we tried everything, and failed. Some graffiti on a sign in the parking area warned us about this but we chalked it up to sour grapes.
Dr. Boing-Boing struck again â three times. First Gary was disassembling his breakfast sandwich as he drove (he doesnât eat a lot of bread, and definitely not the kind from McDonaldâs). The egg fell out and disappeared under the driverâs seat.
Since it was quite warm and sunny, and when we were fishing the truck was locked up, I reminded him several times to retrieve the egg before it proclaimed itself.
Then I discovered my waders were leaking. A post-mortem revealed the good news â an easily patched puncture, instead of an insidious and ultimately unfixable seam leak.
Finally, as we rolled into the gas station in Margaretville to refuel and plan the next move, we noticed weâd just driven 75 miles with the truck tailgate open. I panicked for a moment, thinking my boots were gone.
Then I remembered I was wearing them.
Back at HQ, my all-purpose guy came and took down a dozen dead ash trees that were menacing the new roof.
We have a new roof because a dead ash tree fell on it two years ago. There is nothing like waking up at 3 a.m. to a waterfall coming out of the ceiling.
This fellow plays the excavator like a musical instrument. Observing, I had several anxious moments but Dr. Boing-Boing did not make an appearance.
And they left me with a lot of firewood to split in the spring.
Over the years I have assembled quite an angling library. My late father bought and read widely, and I have added to the collection. It could fairly be described as âswollen.â
I was bemused when browsing George M.L. LaBrancheâs âThe Dry Fly and Fast Waterâ (1914).The author was complaining about specks (the tiny flies that cause so much consternation to the angler), drought, and having to fish with long leaders downstream so the fly is the first thing the trout sees.
If you pared down the prose and added a couple of bad jokes, it could have been a Tangled Lines column.
Back in Northwest Connecticut, I noticed that the state went ahead and stocked the Blackberry, despite the lack of water.
Itâs worth a quick prowl, if for no other reason that the bones of the stream are exposed. Assuming I remember what I saw, this knowledge will come in handy once normal service is restored. (Same goes for the Housatonic.)
I spent a thoroughly frustrating 90 minutes chasing trout up and down the Silty Pool. Similar to the Chimney Hole experience, the trout were making a visible fuss, although it was directed downwards. I could see their fins and tails as they nosed around gobbling whatever was on the menu.
I drifted an assortment of speckly things down to them on a long, fine leader. The more I drifted, the more they shifted downstream a few yards.
Finally I said to hell with it and Wooly Buggered them. This can go one of two ways.
Either they say âHallelujah! A square meal at last!â and hit the fly so hard the knot breaks.
Or they say âEek!â and go into Witness Protection.
Guess which option they chose?
Aly Morrissey
A protester holds a sign at Fountain Square in Amenia on March 28, where more than 200 people gathered as part of the nationwide âNo Kingsâ demonstrations.
AMENIA â More than 200 people gathered at Fountain Square on March 28 as part of the nationwide âNo Kingsâ demonstrations, marking a sharp rise from what began months ago with a single protester.
The rally was part of a coordinated day of protests held across the country and around the world, including many in small towns and rural communities throughout the region. Organizers estimated more than eight million people participated globally.
Kim Travis of Amenia â who organized the rally at Fountain Square â said the demonstration reflected a dramatic shift from her early days protesting alone, when she faced threats while standing by herself.
âThis started with just me, alone in June â day after day, getting threats,â Travis said. âTo see it grow into more than 200 people today for this âNo Kingsâ rally in our little-bitty town of Amenia is incredible.â
She said the turnout reflected broader support across rural communities. There were several rallies in towns across Dutchess County and in neighboring Connecticut.
Travis described the mood of the Amenia crowd as both emotional and energizing.
âOur hearts are filled with joy â itâs just incredible that so many people turned out today,â she said.
She added that the message of the protest was rooted in democratic values.
âWe want our country back, and we want democracy,â Travis said. âWe the people serve no kings. Thatâs what the Constitution is all about.â

Ellie Myers, a senior boarding student at Millbrook School who lives in Brooklyn, attended the Fountain Square protests and said she has been protesting since Donald Trump was first elected in 2016.
âShowing up is really important to me, and Iâm grateful to be in a community where I can support others,â Myers said. âRight now, ICE is the biggest issue. I have friends and family who have been affected â hardworking immigrants who came here for freedom and havenât found it. Thatâs heartbreaking. It goes against what âwe the peopleâ is supposed to mean, and itâs painful to see, both in the news and in real life.â
Myers added that she witnessed ICE in the airports during recent travel back to school and it was âheartbreaking.â
Dutchess County Legislator Eric Alexander, who represents Amenia and surrounding communities, also attended the rally, noting it followed a unanimous county resolution opposing a proposed ICE facility in the Hudson Valley.
âThat wasnât just Democrats,â Alexander said. âThat was the entire legislature unanimously saying no to ICE, and a lot of that came from the voice of the people â the people we represent.â
Alexander said the size of the rally stood out, noting its growth from a single protester to a dozen regular participants and ultimately more than 200 attendees.
âI see a great sense of community, and I see a great sense of optimism,â he said. âBut I also see high frustration. People are very concerned, and I think that concern is only growing as we see more and more of whatâs going on in our country.â
He said the country is in a war that hasnât sufficiently been explained to the American people, dysfunction is rampant at airports, and prices of everything from gas to groceries are soaring.
âAnd we donât see an end in sight â we donât see a plan,â he said. âThese are people standing out here today saying we, as citizens, deserve to have our voices heard and to try to get some things to change.â

Several other local protests took place in Dutchess County, including in Rhinebeck, Poughkeepsie and Beacon.
Meanwhile, similar demonstrations took place across the border in Connecticut.
In Salisbury, several hundred people gathered along Route 44, where organizers set up signs and encouraged participants to share messages. In Cornwall, organizers estimated more than 300 attendees at the intersection of Route 7 and Route 4. Meanwhile, in Kent, both sides of Main Street were lined with protesters, with turnout estimated at more than 250.
As the rallies wound down, organizers such as Travis said the protests would not stop.
âA lot of the surrounding small towns showed up, too, because we want to show the rest of the country that small towns can be strong, loud and resist just as much as anyone,â she said. âAnd we intend to, and weâre not stopping.â
Aly Morrissey
Meg Musgrove, left, and Jessica Rose Lee set to open May 1.
MILLERTON â A new chapter is coming to the former BES retail space on Main Street, where vintage jewelry dealer and herbalist Jessica Rose Lee will open Rosemary Rose Finery this spring after spending the last several years with a storefront in Salisbury, Connecticut.
Set to open May 1, the new shop will bring together Leeâs curated collection of vintage and estate jewelry, apothecary and wellness goods, and a continued lineup of craft workshops led by artist and screen printer Meg Musgrove, who built a following through classes she led at BES.
The partnership grew out of Rural Co-Lab, a womenâs business group connecting entrepreneurs across the tri-corner region. Though Lee and Musgrove did not know each other well before, both said the collaboration came together quickly â and felt right.
âI really didnât have much intention of looking for another space,â Lee said. âBut it just felt cosmically aligned. Millerton felt right to me, the space felt right, and having Meg here to continue the classes felt right.â
For Musgrove, the chance to preserve the workshop side of the former BES space was important. The classes had begun building a loyal following, she said, and she hated the idea of losing that creative community.
âIt just felt like an unfinished dream,â Musgrove said. âWe were really starting to have people come back and I would have hated to lose that.â
Together, the two women said they hope to create more than a retail shop. They envision a welcoming, eclectic space centered on beauty, creativity and connection.
âItâs not a time to be a lone wolf,â Lee said. âItâs a time to be in community and be with one another.â
Musgroveâs workshops will remain a key part of that vision. In addition to coordinating classes, she plans to offer a small selection of art materials, kits, textiles and locally made goods that were previously available at BES.
One of the unexpected joys of the workshops, Musgrove said, has been the way they bring together women and girls across generations.
âSometimes there are teenagers and people in their 70s in the same class,â she said. âThat kind of intergenerational chatter is just magical.â
An herbalist by training, Lee said she often incorporates plant-based products, candles and cleaning practices into the atmosphere of her store, where she wants customers to feel both inspired and at ease.
âEverything holds energy,â she said. âWith jewelry, if it holds a certain personâs energy, itâs really important to clean it. I want it to feel high-vibrational.â
Lee said she is drawn to old things not only for their craftsmanship, but for the stories and spirit they carry. Her inventory includes estate and vintage pieces, fine jewelry, and select items sourced through travel and long-standing relationships, including regular trips to New Mexico and the United Kingdom.
Lee, who also operates out of an old VW bus-turned studio on her property when not in her store, said her heart is in vintage pieces.
âI just really enjoy being around them and want to bring them new life and give them a new home.â
The larger Millerton space will also allow Lee to expand into custom design, repair services, and herbal education workshops â something she had limited room for in Salisbury, where she said classes were squeezed into the middle of the jewelry store.
Now, she said, Rosemary Rose Finery will have room to grow into a bigger version of itself.
A grand opening celebration is planned for opening weekend, with food, drinks and an open invitation to the community.
For Lee and Musgrove, the new shop is not only a business venture, but an experiment in shared space and mutual support â an idea they believe feels especially timely.
âThe possibilities feel endless,â Lee said. âIt feels like we can create whatever we want here.â

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Elena Spellman
Dan Baker, left, and Daniel Latzman at Barrington Hall in Great Barrington.
Barrington Hall in Great Barrington has hosted generations of weddings, proms and community gatherings. When Dan Baker and Daniel Latzman took over the venue last summer, they stepped into that history with a plan not just to preserve it, but to reshape how the space serves the community today.
Barrington Hall is designed for gathering, for shared experience, for the simple act of being together. At a time when connection is often filtered through screens and distraction, their vision is grounded in something simple and increasingly rare: real human connection.
The partnership behind Barrington Hall began long before the building itself. Both Baker and Latzman grew up on Long Island, spent more than a decade in New York City, and eventually found their way to the Berkshires, drawn by the desire for something different. What they didnât realize at first was just how closely their lives had already mirrored one another.
They were born in the same hospital, a year apart. Their families had distant connections. They even played on the same soccer team â never meeting, but moving through the same spaces. It wasnât until they became neighbors in Egremont about five years ago that those parallels came into focus.
âIn hindsight, it feels inevitable,â Latzman said. âBut it was actually extremely random that we ended up here.â
From the beginning, Barrington Hall was meant to be a place people return to, not for any one event, but for the experience of being there. On any given week, the space might host a jazz performance, a dance party, a songwriter circle or a childrenâs event. Some nights bring in touring acts. Others highlight local creatives. The variety is intentional and so is the atmosphere.
âItâs about people,â Baker said. âItâs about being present.â

Baker and Latzman are keenly aware of the world outside with its constant barrage of information, political conflicts, a culture that pulls people deeper into their screens. Barrington Hall offers a way out of that noise.
âA little bit of a bubble,â Latzman said. âA place to step away from everything else.â
During a recent event, they noticed something telling: a full room of people dancing, talking, engaged â and almost no one on their phone.
âThatâs when you know something is working,â Baker said.
Taking over a beloved local space comes with responsibility, one Baker and Latzman have met by honoring the buildingâs traditions while also expanding them.
âWe didnât feel obligated,â Latzman said. âWe felt honored.â
Part of what makes the space distinct is its versatility. Large enough to host more than 250 people, yet intimate enough to feel personal, it fills a gap in the local landscape, serving a wide range of people and bringing different groups together in the same space.
âWe want people to feel like, if somethingâs happening here, itâs worth checking out,â Latzman said.
They are carefully balancing community access with the realities of running a business, with an eye toward the long term.
âWe want this to be here in 20 years,â Latzman said.

That vision extends beyond the building itself â future collaborations, expanded programming, a growing role in shaping the cultural life of the Berkshires. But at its core, the mission remains simple: to create a place where people can gather, a place that feels alive.
And perhaps most importantly, to create a place where, if only for a few hours, people can step away from the noise of the world and enjoy being together.
When asked who theyâre most excited to host next, their answer was immediate: The Mammals on April 10 and Lee Ross, a one-man party band from Massachusetts, scheduled to perform on May 1.
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Aly Morrissey
Paleyâs Farm Market, located near the New YorkâConnecticut border on Amenia Road in Sharon, Conn.
SHARON, Conn. â For many local residents, spring doesnât truly begin until Paleyâs Farm Market opens its doors, and customers turned out in force for its 44th season opening on Saturday, March 28.
Located on Amenia Road in Sharon, Paleyâs is a seasonal destination for residents of New York and Connecticut and, over the past four decades, has evolved from a locally grown produce center into a full-scale garden center, farm market and fine food market.
Despite a chilly start to the day, the opening drew a steady crowd, with a full parking lot and early signs of the busy season ahead.
âItâs been going really well,â said owner Sarah Coon, who purchased the business from her brother in 2019. âItâs chilly, but weâve had a nice turnout. The sunâs out, and that always helps.â
Mimi Harson of Sharon and Anette Cantilli of Millbrook shared an outing together to purchase flowers and plants for their deck pots.
âItâs exciting, we love Paleyâs,â Cantilli said of the opening day as she filled her car trunk with pansies.
Behind the scenes, opening day is the culmination of months of preparation â much of it beginning long before winter has fully loosened its grip.
âWe open our first greenhouse in early February, and thatâs when the fun begins,â Coon said. âWe start planting pansies then, and once you open that greenhouse, youâre committed. Itâs like having a bunch of babies out there â you have to make sure nothing goes wrong.
This yearâs opening comes after a particularly snowy winter that, just weeks ago, left the property covered in large mounds of snow.
âI looked around and thought, âI donât know if weâre going to be able to open on time,ââ Coon said. âThere was snow everywhere. It was hard to even imagine. But here we are.â
Early spring offerings include rows of colorful pansies grown from seed, along with cold-tolerant vegetable starts, herbs and Easter-ready planters designed for patios and entryways. Bulbs such as daffodils and tulips are also available, along with seeds, soil and gardening supplies.
âItâs not too early,â she said of the growing season. âYou can start seeds indoors now, even just on a windowsill. And if it doesnât work, you can always come back and getplants.â
While the marketâs popular prepared foods and grocery offerings will arrive later in the season, the early weeks focus on planting and preparation. Dry goods are expected in the coming weeks, followed by a gradual buildout of the full market.
New this year, Paleyâs has partnered with Homegrown National Park, a national initiative promoting the use of native plants. The collaboration will help customers more easily identify native species to incorporate into their gardens.
âWe think itâs going to be good for our staff and our customers,â she said. âIt makes it easier for people to mix native plants into what theyâre already doing.
Paleyâs typically operates through mid-October, employing up to a dozen staff members at the height of the season, along with part-time and retired workers who assist with planting and maintenance.
For many, the opening marks more than just the start of a business cycle â itâs a seasonal ritual.
âWe all need a little color right now,â Coon said. âAnd a little warmth. Itâs coming.â
Natalia Zukerman
Gail Rothschild with her painting âDead Sea Linen III (73 x 58 inches, 2024, acrylic on canvas.
There is a moment, looking at a painting by Gail Rothschild, when you realize you are not looking at a painting so much as a map of time. Threads become brushstrokes; fragments become fields of color; something once held in the hand becomes something you stand in front of, both still and in a constant process of changing.
âTextiles connect people,â Rothschild said. âTextiles are something that weâre all intimately involved with, but we take it for granted.â
Her work begins, often, with something small: a scrap of linen from the Judean desert, dating âto a time before the notion of âIsraelâ or âPalestine;ââ a fragment so diminished it barely registers as an object; or a rare indigo-dyed childâs head cloth from Tutankhamenâs tomb.
âI call them portraits of ancient linen,â she said.
Rothschild grew up in Greenwich and studied drawing and painting at Yale University. âThat was kind of my first love,â she said. But she quickly veered toward something more collective, working with Peter Schumann at the Bread and Puppet Theater, building papier-mâchĂŠ puppets and participating in a kind of performance-based activism that blurred art and politics.
âAfter Yale, I got out of school and thoughtâWait a second. I donât want to paint anymore. I need to work with people in communities and make things.ââ
She moved to Brooklyn and began working in public schools, developing projects rooted in collaboration and local history. The projects were ambitious, research-driven, and often confrontational. At the University of Massachusetts, she recalled asking students: âDid you know that Amherst was named for Jeffrey Amherst, who was responsible for giving blankets infected with smallpox to Native Americans? Why donât we look into that?ââ
There were sculptures, letters to watchdog groups, installations. She worked on four such projects a year, she said, until the pace became unsustainable. âAt some point I just said, âIâm exhausted. Iâm going back to the studio.ââ
What brought her back was a book, âPrehistoric Textiles â by Elizabeth Wayland Barber. Inside, she encountered an image of a 7,000-year-old textile, unraveling.
âIt said to me, âthis could be a great big abstract paintingâ,â she said. âWhat does it mean that this textile, this thing that used to be a Cartesian grid and over time has gone back to nature?â
That question became a kind of axis for her work. âThere is this cusp between nature and culture,â she said. Early on, she avoided textiles with imagery, drawn instead to the raw language of fiber itself. But eventually, even that boundary softened. A project with the Godwin-Ternbach Museum introduced her to Egyptian textiles â Christian, pagan, Greek, Roman influences colliding in woven form.

What followed was a deepening relationship with museums and, crucially, with conservators. Institutions like The Metropolitan Museum of Art and collections in Berlin and Paris began sending her images of textile fragments, sometimes pieces she has still never seen in person.
âItâs almost easier for me to transform it when I havenât seen it,â she said.
Her process is both precise and intuitive. She grids the canvas and the source image, drawing freehand to âhonor what the object is.â For a time, she works closely from the photograph. Then something shifts. âAt some point Iâll say, âItâs a painting. Itâs got to talk to itself,â and then I stop looking at the photograph.â
What emerges is layered, luminous and muscular. âSometimes people say, âDo you miss making sculpture?â and I say, âI never stopped.ââ
You feel that in the surfaces: the tension of threads pulling apart, the sense that something is both forming and dissolving at once. Even the backgrounds â often ambiguous, atmospheric â are not neutral. âItâs really more about feeling the space around the object,â she said, especially as she considers how ancient fragments are mounted on modern fabrics. âI get to invent an entirely other language.â
Some of her most arresting work is on the monumental textiles of The Met Cloisters, where medieval tapestries, some towering more than a dozen feet, are slowly, painstakingly conserved. Itâs in the conservation labs that Rothschild has observed the physical reality of these works: their own weight pulling them apart, threads breaking under centuries of strain. Conservators insert new threads to stabilize them and Rothschild documents this process. âThereâs a kind of poignancy to their work,â Rothschild said, âbecause as hard as we work to conserve the objects of our past, in the greater cosmic scheme of time, itâs only temporary. Thereâs something beautiful about that.â
Time operates on multiple levels in Rothschildâs work. There is the time of the object âthousands of years, in some cases â and the time of the painting, which unfolds over months. âOnce I start working on something, I canât stop,â she said. âBut then itâll rest for a while and I may change it, add layers.â
And then there is the time of attention itself, the way looking can tip into obsession, into pattern-seeking that doesnât quite turn off. Rothschild is aware of that edge.
âI have to make myself stop or I just see patterns everywhere and I canât stop, really,â she laughed. âThatâs why Iâve built in other things I need to do in my life like take the dogs for a hike or, you know, volunteer at the Sharon Land Trust⌠otherwise I go a little nuts. And it wouldnât be good painting either.â
A painting session, for her, has its own its own arc. âThereâs kind of a trajectory for every work session. I might be repeating something and suddenly it looks linear. The language I started painting with may change by the end and I think, âOh God, Iâm gonna have to go back and repaint that.ââ
But then, she said, there is a pause.
âI kind of step back and say, âNo, this painting can hold both. Thatâs part of its history. Thereâs the history of the object but then thereâs the history of the painting.ââ

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