Showing posts with label Saucon Rail Trail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saucon Rail Trail. Show all posts

Thursday, July 20, 2017

The Heart Of Summer ...



“And you’re daddy’s little girl
You’re the end of the rainbow
My pot of gold
You’re daddy’s little girl to have and hold
A precious gem is what you are
You’re mommy’s bright and shining star
You’re the spirit of Christmas
My star on the tree
You’re the Easter Bunny to mommy and me
You’re sugar
You’re spice
You’re everything nice
And you’re daddy’s little girl.”
                      ~ “Daddy’s Little Girl”
                 ~ lyrics & music written by
                     Robert Burke & Horace Gerlach
                                     ~ 1906
          ~ recorded by the wonderful Al Martino
                                              ~ 1967

The heart of summer within the heart of summer … a father teaches his little girl to ride a bicycle on a gorgeous July afternoon on the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania, such a sweet sight I was lucky to capture and showcase in sepia to enhance the nostalgic feel.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Summer Swan ...



“Happiness, not in another place but this place … not for another hour, but this hour.”
                        ~ Walt Whitman
                               ~ 1819-1892

A beautiful mute swan glides on the water as sunset knocks on the door of a sweet summer evening along the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania, perhaps reflecting on the beauty of this sunkissed moment.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Lush 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 I’ve always been a summer person.
And what more could anyone who loves summer ask for than a quintessential summer evening – verdant, lush and warm – just before sunset on the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania.

It’s the perfect, sun-dappled 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 …”