Autumn Solitare ...

“How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!”

    ~ Emily Dickinson

         ~1830-1886

The glint of the late afternoon sun gleams atop a solitary chair along the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania on a beautiful November day wrapped in autumn’s beauty.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers ...

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –

That perches in the soul –

And sings the tune without words –

And never stops at all.”

    ~ “Hope Is The Thing With Feathers”

       ~ Emily Dickinson

         ~ 1830-1886

Spring – and the hope it brings – was just around the corner when I captured this white feather that landed softly among the brown winter branches on a mid-March afternoon at Lehigh Parkway, Allentown, Pennsylvania, a reminder that hope is always in the wind and appears where you least expect it.