Rickys Sacred Text   A manual for his tractors hydraulic systems.


Overwhelmed   Every day Ricky is overwhelmed by requests from his neighbors, friends, and family.  In this photo a family member was barraging him.


In the Trenches   There was a leak in a water pipe and Ricky and a neighbor had to dig under two feet of snow and then another two feet of cold mud.


Paranormal Sludge   Thats how Ricky described the mud that day.


Checking the List   He has amended his list so it is written on both sides.  The light shining through reveals both editions and gives the impression of stained glass.


Building 12   Ricky, and his good friend Tatyana and I were at Williams Lumber in Rhinebeck, NY in search of a double-casement window for Tatyanas house. Here he is looking out the window for someone to help us.  The lighting reminded me of a Vermeer painting.


Daily Start   Ricky is very resourceful and inventive.  He owns a maroon 1987 Mercedes Benz diesel that requires a spray of ether to jump start in the coldest weather.


Listening   Ricky had just returned from a funeral of a close friend.


The List   Every morning Ricky writes down his chores for the day on his manual typewriter.


Fooling around with Grandpa   Ricky and his grandson, Shlomo in the kitchen of the big house (the mansion).


The Chariot   Ricky is barreling down the driveway to rescue the charter bus that got stuck in the mud just prior to leaving for the NYC Village Halloween Parade.


The Chain   He was chaining an old metal table to the bucket of the tractor. Later he would bring it to the edge of the woods where he stores his scrap metal.


Riding the Rocket   Ricky, his grandson, Shlomo and a bunch of my friends went down to Red Bank, NJ to ice boat because the Hudson River was still covered with two-feet of snow. The Red Bank Yacht club proudly displayed their large newly restored iceboat, originally built in the late 1800s.  Ricky in typical fashion was inspecting it and trying to figure out how they constructed it.


The Clubhouse   A friend of Rickys forgot to take his cabin cruiser out of the water before the river froze.  It survived the winter and while the ice was frozen it became the Rokeby clubhouse. 


Inside Ricky's car




The Ritz   While taking a break from dirty work Ricky was talking on the phone waiting for the moment he could eat his Ritz cracker.  As much as he washes his hands they remain stained with permanent grease.


This is Richard Aldrich   It is hard to track Ricky down most of the time.  His cell phone
cannot be heard over the loud rumble of his tractor that announces his imminent arrival.




Polite Inquiry   Ricky had seen a hay miser for sale a year earlier.  Ricky inspected it and was satisfied that it was a good piece of equipment.  We went to the house and no one was there.  Ricky left this note in the door and placed the chair in front of it to keep the door from flying open.


LOOK


The Importance of Earnestly Gasing Up   Rickys pose reminds me of a classical Greek sculpture.


Impish Grin   Stone Soup a café in Kingston, NY reminded us of the pleasure and charm of cafés all around the world.


Red, Right and Returning   A sailor term to let other boats know you are on your way home. In this photograph Ricky is returning home and wearing his red jacket.  Ricky is a sailor all year; from the winter iceboating to summer sailing.




Two Work Horses   Ricky with Abel, the horse who lives next to Rokeby.


Ode to the Hudson Valley   This is the view of the Catskill Mountains from the mansion.  I was struck by the contrast of his forbearers and his current status. Ricky has a rusted stove collection by the edge of the woods.  En route some of the pieces fell out of the bucket of his tractor.  Here we see Ricky carrying two heavy pieces that fell off.  He said, I might be able to use these someday.



Rickys Sacred Text   A manual for his tractors hydraulic systems.

Overwhelmed   Every day Ricky is overwhelmed by requests from his neighbors, friends, and family. In this photo a family member was barraging him.

In the Trenches   There was a leak in a water pipe and Ricky and a neighbor had to dig under two feet of snow and then another two feet of cold mud.

Paranormal Sludge  Thats how Ricky described the mud that day.

Checking the List   He has amended his list so it is written on both sides. The light shining through reveals both editions and gives the impression of stained glass.

Building 12   Ricky, and his good friend Tatyana and I were at Williams Lumber in Rhinebeck, NY in search of a double-casement window for Tatyanas house. Here he is looking out the window for someone to help us. The lighting reminded me of a Vermeer painting.

Daily Start   Ricky is very resourceful and inventive. He owns a maroon 1987 Mercedes Benz diesel that requires a spray of ether to jump start in the coldest weather.

Listening  Ricky had just returned from a funeral of a close friend.

The List   Every morning Ricky writes down his chores for the day on his manual typewriter.

Fooling around with Grandpa  Ricky and his grandson, Shlomo in the kitchen of the big house (the mansion).

The Chariot   Ricky is barreling down the driveway to rescue the charter bus that got stuck in the mud just prior to leaving for the NYC Village Halloween Parade.

The Chain   He was chaining an old metal table to the bucket of the tractor. Later he would bring it to the edge of the woods where he stores his scrap metal.

Riding the Rocket   Ricky, his grandson, Shlomo and a bunch of my friends went down to Red Bank, NJ to ice boat because the Hudson River was still covered with two-feet of snow. The Red Bank Yacht club proudly displayed their large newly restored iceboat, originally built in the late 1800s. Ricky in typical fashion was inspecting it and trying to figure out how they constructed it.

The Clubhouse  A friend of Rickys forgot to take his cabin cruiser out of the water before the river froze. It survived the winter and while the ice was frozen it became the Rokeby clubhouse. 

Inside Ricky's car

 

The Ritz   While taking a break from dirty work Ricky was talking on the phone waiting for the moment he could eat his Ritz cracker. As much as he washes his hands they remain stained with permanent grease.

This is Richard Aldrich  It is hard to track Ricky down most of the time. His cell phone
cannot be heard over the loud rumble of his tractor that announces his imminent arrival.


 

Polite Inquiry  Ricky had seen a hay miser for sale a year earlier. Ricky inspected it and was satisfied that it was a good piece of equipment. We went to the house and no one was there. Ricky left this note in the door and placed the chair in front of it to keep the door from flying open.

LOOK

The Importance of Earnestly Gasing Up  Rickys pose reminds me of a classical Greek sculpture.

Impish Grin  Stone Soup a café in Kingston, NY reminded us of the pleasure and charm of cafés all around the world.

Red, Right and Returning   A sailor term to let other boats know you are on your way home. In this photograph Ricky is returning home and wearing his red jacket. Ricky is a sailor all year; from the winter iceboating to summer sailing.

 

Two Work Horses   Ricky with Abel, the horse who lives next to Rokeby.

Ode to the Hudson Valley  This is the view of the Catskill Mountains from the mansion. I was struck by the contrast of his forbearers and his current status. Ricky has a rusted stove collection by the edge of the woods. En route some of the pieces fell out of the bucket of his tractor. Here we see Ricky carrying two heavy pieces that fell off. He said, I might be able to use these someday.