Mountain Moonshine ...

“We ran as if to meet the moon.”

              ~ Robert Frost

                       ~ 1874-1963

 The autumn moon seems to meet the mountain as it rises to shine over the Kittatinny Ridge, also called Blue Mountain, along the Delaware and Lehigh Heritage Corridor (D&L Trail) at Lehigh Gap on a late November evening.

In the shadow of the Kittatinny Ridge, the Lehigh Gap in Slatington, Pennsylvania, is a crossroads where the Lehigh Gap Nature Center’s trails connect two historic trails – the Appalachian Trail and the D&L Trail. 

The Appalachian Trail, a foot path, follows the ridge on both sides of the Lehigh Gap, running 1,245 miles south to Georgia and 930 miles north to Maine. Running from Wilkes-Barre to Bristol, the D&L Trail passes through the Lehigh and Delaware rivers and their canals in Pennsylvania.

The Racing Summer Ford ...

“Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river.”

                              ~ James Clarence Mangan

                                       ~ 1803-1849

A glint of sunset brushes the racing waters as they crescendo soon after a summer storm at the Ford of the Jordan Creek, one of my very favorite places to be and to photograph, at Trexler Nature Preserve, Schnecksville, Pennsylvania.

Frosted Magnolia ...

"In the depth of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
                              ~ Albert Camus
A bud on my favorite magnolia tree at Trexler Memorial Park, Allentown, Pennsylvania is frosted with a hint of winter magic during a light January snowfall. 

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 …”