Showing posts with label Jack Kerouac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack Kerouac. Show all posts

Friday, January 19, 2024

Winter Still ...

“Listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world.”

            ~ Jack Kerouac

              ~ 1922 ~ 1969

 

The Coplay Creek rambles in winter’s silent beauty beside the Ironton Rail Trail on a late February afternoon in Egypt, Pennsylvania, as the season inches toward spring – but it is winter still.

 

The Ironton Rail Trail loops more than nine miles through Whitehall Township, the Borough of Coplay and North Whitehall Township.

The Ironton Railroad was a shortline railroad in Lehigh County. Originally built in 1861 to haul iron ore and limestone to blast furnaces along the Lehigh River, traffic later shifted to carrying Portland Cement when local iron mining declined in the early 20th century. Much of the railroad had already been abandoned when it became part of Conrail in 1976, and the last of its trackage was removed in 1984.

In 1996, Whitehall Township purchased 9.2 miles of the right-of-way from Conrail, transforming it into the Ironton Rail Trail.


 

Thursday, September 21, 2023

Dream Of A Mad Orange Sunset ...

 

“Meanwhile the sunsets are mad orange fools raging in the gloom....”

 ~ Jack Kerouac

 ~ 1922-1969

 It’s a mad orange sunset as a summer sundown creates silhouetted beauty as it sweeps across Trexler Memorial Park, Allentown, Pennsylvania in this abstract image I captured on a beautiful late August evening.


 

Thursday, August 4, 2022

Days Of Summer ...

“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all ...”

                            ~ Jack Kerouac

                                    ~ 1922 ~ 1969

All seasons have their own special beauty, yet I have to say summer has always been my most favorite of seasons.

And what more could anyone who loves summer ask for than a quintessential summer afternoon ~  verdant, lush and warm ~ on a beautiful late July day along the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania.

It’s the perfect place for dreaming and remembrance … a place that seems to paintbrush the words of Jack Kerouac, “I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all …”