Showing posts with label childhood memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood memories. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Huckleberry Summer ...


  “I do not wish any reward but to know I have done the right thing.”
       ~ “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”
      ~ first published in the United Kingdom,   
                     December 1884 
                & in the United States,
                          February 1885
             ~ by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
                     ~ 1835-1910

“Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” or in more recent editions, “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” is commonly named among the Great American Novels. The work is among the first in major American literature to be written throughout in vernacular English, characterized by local color regionalism. It is told in the first person by Huckleberry “Huck” Finn, the narrator of two other Twain novels, “Tom Sawyer Abroad” and “Tom Sawyer, Detective” and a friend of Tom Sawyer. It is a direct sequel to “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.”

The book is noted for its colorful description of people and places along the Mississippi River, set in a Southern antebellum society that had ceased to exist over 20 years before the work was published.

Samuel Langhorne Clemens, known by his pen name Mark Twain, was an American writer, humorist, entrepreneur, publisher and lecturer. He was lauded as the “greatest humorist this country has produced,” and William Faulkner called him “the father of American literature.”

This young boy is reminiscent of Huckleberry Finn as he sets sail to fish in the Jordan Creek as a summer sundown nears in this candid shot I captured on a gorgeous mid-July evening at Trexler Nature Preserve, Schnecksville, Pennsylvania.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

One Fine Spring Day ...


“Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.”
                    ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
                      ~ 1875-1926
A little boy takes in the beauty of one fine spring day on a late May afternoon while perched in front of a tree at one of the highest elevations of Trexler Nature Preserve, Schnecksville, Pennsylvania.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Running Where The Bluebells Bloom ...


“A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell …

But when I looked upon the bank
My wandering glances fell
Upon a little trembling flower,
A single sweet bluebell …

O, that lone flower recalled to me
My happy childhood’s hours
When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts
A prize among the flowers,

Those sunny days of merriment
When heart and soul were free,
And when I dwelt with kindred hearts
That loved and cared for me …”
        ~ “The Bluebell”
             ~Anne Bronte
               ~ 1820-1849
       
This little girl holds a single sweet bluebell as she runs through the beguiling bluebells blooming in early April near the banks of the Swabia Creek at Lock Ridge Park and Furnace Museum, Alburtis, Pennsylvania in this candid capture.

The blooming of the multitude of Lock Ridge bluebells – also called grape hyacinth – is a clarion call of spring in the Lehigh Valley, drawing many people to photograph and glimpse their beauty in the span of the few weeks they bloom.

Lock Ridge Park is a park built around an historic iron ore blast furnace just outside Alburtis, Pennsylvania in the Lehigh Valley. The park preserves portions of the former Lock Ridge Iron Works, which dates back to 1868. The 59-acre park was opened in August 1976.