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

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!

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Moon Over October ...

"Summer ends, and autumn comes,
and he who would have it otherwise
would have high tide always and
a full moon every night."
                    ~ Hal Borland
                                  ~ 1900-1978
    ~ American author, journalist & naturalist

The autumn leaves that top this tree seem to reach out to welcome the rising October moon on a beautiful evening at Trexler Memorial Park, Allentown, Pennsylvania. 

Monday, October 3, 2016

Autumn Country ...

“falling leaves hide the path so quietly.”
      ~ John Bailey
       ~ "Autumn," a haiku year, 2001 
It's indeed autumn country on a gorgeous October day at the historic Hopewell Farm. As sunset tiptoes closer, you can hear the wonderful crunch of leaves that sings of autumn and gently breaks the quiet as you walk the path by the Hopewell henhouse, where Dominique chickens dally before sundown.
Hopewell Farm is part of Hopewell Furnace National Historic Site in southeastern Berks County near Elverson, Pennsylvania, an example of an American 19th century rural “iron plantation.” The buildings include a blast furnace, the ironmaster’s house and auxiliary structures including a blacksmith’s shop, a company store and several worker’s houses.
      Hopewell Furnace was founded in 1771 by ironmaster Mark Bird for whom Birdsboro was named. The site’s most prosperous time was during the 1820–1840 period with a brief boom in production during the American Civil War. In the mid-19th century changes in iron making, including a shift from charcoal to anthracite rendered smaller furnaces like Hopewell obsolete. The site discontinued operations in 1883. 
      Today, Hopewell Furnace consists of 14 restored structures in the core historic area, 52 features on the List of Classified Structures, and a total of 848 mostly wooded acres. Hopewell Furnace National Historic Site is located in the Hopewell Big Woods and surrounded by French Creek State Park on three sides and the State Game Lands to the south which preserves the lands the furnace utilized for its natural resources.
      The Dominique, also known as Dominicker or Pilgrim Fowl, is a breed of chicken (Gallus gallus domesticus) originating in the United States during the colonial period. It is considered America’s oldest breed of chicken, probably descending from chickens brought to New England from southern England during colonial times. By the 19th century, they were widely popular and were raised in many parts of the country. Dominiques are a dual purpose breed, being valued for their meat as well as for their brown eggs. They weigh 6 to 8 pounds at maturity. In earlier times, their feathers were much sought after as stuffing for pillows and mattresses.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Autumn Cascade ...

"The music of the far-away summer
flutters around the autumn 
seeking its former nest."
                       ~ Rabindranath Tagore
                                ~ 1861-1941

Autumn cascades like a capricious
melody over a small waterfall on the Pequest River on a picturesque Indian Summer day in 
Belvidere, New Jersey.

The Pequest - Native American for "open land," -
tumbles down to Belvidere in a series of falls,
where it meets the mighty Delaware River,
of which it is a tributary.

Belvidere, one of my very favorite places,
is a charming Victorian town on the banks
of the Pequest and Delaware Rivers.         

Thursday, November 5, 2015

The Gilding ...

"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting

and autumn a mosaic of them all."

                                       ~ Stanley Horowitz


Some moments are golden, as when this man and his dog enjoy
a sunkissed Indian Summer afternoon on a path decorated with
gilded autumn leaves along the Saucon Rail Trail, Hellertown, Pennsylvania.


Monday, November 10, 2014

Touching In Time ...

"If the hands of time were
hands that I could hold ...

Hand in hand we'd choose
the moments that should last ...

Until the hands of time would choose
to wave goodbye."
                                    "The Hands of Time"
                                               ("Brian' s Song)
                                          ~ Music by Michael Legrand
                                                 Lyrics by Marilyn & Alan Bergman 

Autumn leaves touch momentarily in the 
crest of the Little Lehigh Creek on an October morning
at Lehigh Parkway, Allentown, Pennsylvania in this
long exposure capture.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Salute For The Valiant ...

"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them."
                 John Fitzgerald Kennedy 
                         ~ 1917-1963
                35th President of the United States
                                of America
                            ~   1960-1963                        

                            and U.S. Navy Veteran 

With deep gratitude and admiration to our nation's veterans.
By your bravery and courage, we remain the land of the free!

Old Glory waves proudly in chilly, whipping November winds at Leaser Lake, New Tripoli, Pennsylvania.

Leaser Lake's namesake is Frederick Leaser, who in September 1777 with his farm team hauled 
The Liberty Bell from Philadelphia to Allentown where it was concealed in Zion Reformed Church. His homestead is located one mile north of the lake. 

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Mist Of The Autumn Morn ...

"I saw old autumn in
the misty morn
stand, shadowless like silence,
listening to silence."
                     ~ Thomas Hood
                                  ~ 1799-1845

There is something so very special about the early morning, the
serenity, the quiet beauty. This feeling of a fresh new day is palpable
as the mist rises just after sunrise on a beautiful, chilly October
morning at Wehr's Dam, Orefield, Pennsylvania.

The historic dam, awash with the waters of the Jordan Creek, was built in 1904 
and is the perfect complement  next to Wehr's Covered Bridge, built in 1841.