Showing posts with label autumn leaves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn leaves. Show all posts

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Nostalgic Change ...




“I love the nostalgic myself. I hope we never lose some of the things of the past.”
                  ~ Walt Disney
                     ~ 1901-1966
My vintage Uncle Sam’s 3 Coin Register Bank is displayed on a swing among the autumn leaves on a beautiful late November afternoon at the Bethlehem Rose Garden, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.

This bank was my Dad’s when he was a child, and it eventually became my bank when I was kid, and I love it (I hope he doesn’t want it back now!)

First made in 1907, the Uncle Sam’s 3 Coin Register Banks made their way to many kids and adults from the 1920s-1970s. Once you deposit more than 25 cents into its cash register-shaped slot and pull the lever, the money is locked in and only opens in the front when it reaches $10 and the numbers turn over and read 00.00.

I presented the image in sepia to enhance the nostalgic feel.

Monday, November 27, 2017

Leafing Through An October Morning ...


“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
                       ~ L.M. Montgomery
                            ~ 1874-1942
Autumn leaves paint a wonderful essence of the season on a beautiful late October morning at Trexler Memorial Park, Allentown, Pennsylvania.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Miss Scarlett ...


"How beautifully leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days."
                  ~ John Burroughs
                               ~ 1837-1921

The vibrant scarlet foliage of this beautiful red maple tree is not "Gone With The Wind" on a breezy November afternoon at Trexler Nature Preserve, Schnecksville, Pennsylvania.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Autumn In Dixie ...




“I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.”
                     ~ Pat Conroy
                           ~ 1945-2016
                                                                    
Autumn’s colors dance with Spanish Moss in the Dixieland breeze on a sunlit October day in the Lowcountry of Beaufort County, South Carolina.

The Legend of the Spanish Moss
The story says that Gorez Goz, a bearded Spanish villain, journeyed to our shores and spied a beautiful Indian maid. He bought her for a yard of braid and a little bar of soap.

The Indian maid was so afraid of this bearded beast that she fled cover over the hill and glade with him in pursuit. Tiring, she climbed to the top of a tree, with the Spaniard close behind. She dove from the tree to the stream below. The villian’s beard and whiskers became entangled in the branches holding him back while she got away.

Gorez Goz’s life was at a loss, but his beard lives on as dangling Spanish Moss!