It’s always a bit of a surprise when the clock turns back to “regular” time and it starts getting dark earlier. We know it’s coming and why, but it’s never fails to be an adjustment. It seems the most clear demarcation of the end of all things blooming and the deepest step towards winter.
I was determined to give my camera and myself a little exercise Sunday, but was not prepared for the sun already setting lower at 2:30 in the afternoon. The sky was alternately blustery grey, bright blue, or streaked with layered clouds. You can see the Delaware River in the background as I walked parallel to it heading north. The tracks once connected all of the river towns on the Jersey side, and I hear rumors from time to time of their being restored.
It’s funny how you can pass the same thing so many times and yet not truly notice it. These old doors belong to a 2-story stone garage. What’s interesting is the structure is completely made of stone and mortar except for over the doors, where it appears to be made of odd, stone-like shapes of brick. It’s most unusual and makes me wonder what purpose this was once used for. The space is big enough to have housed at least one horse stall, but it seems more suited as a garage. The style of stonework is really quite old.
Lately I find myself noticing all kinds of textures. The worn paint and the rusted hinges enchanted me. I think I could have taken dozens of photographs of just the front of this structure, maybe even of the doors themselves.
The front, looking up. I love the stone windowsill and the wooden lintel. Someone has been keeping up with the concrete repair around the stone and brickwork.
The sky was such a changing mix of things, but the river seemed moody and sullen. No lovers tarried on the bridge this afternoon.
Skies looked brighter in the east. A few lone hangers-on from some type of shrub waved in the breeze. Orange leaves drifted down, speckling a surprisingly still verdant lawn.
The sun cast long shadows as I continued to walk. So many beautiful old trees in this area, not cut or abolished as you see in so many of the newly developed tracts. Here trees have their place and are appreciated for their beauty, their shade, and for the part they play in creating a place people like for its coziness and charm. I could walk – and take photographs – all day.
Lovely, lovely photos, Jeanne. I enjoyed taking this walk with you … figuratively, of course.
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Always happy to have you along, too. 🙂
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Thanks for sharing your world…Jeanne.
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Right back at ya, Diane. You know how much I appreciate and enjoy you sharing yours!
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Beautiful photos, Jeanne. I like the old stone garage, or workshop. It would be interesting to know what it was used for back in its prime.
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If I happen to catch the property owners when I’m out someday, I’ll have to ask. I’d like to know as well! (And thank you.)
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And I could accompany you all day! Some beautiful scenery, not only the natural beauty but also the weathered doors and textures.
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Thank you – come on over and we’ll go walking! 🙂 It’s amazing how much there is to see – even in our own neighborhoods – when we’re not off rushing somewhere, eh?
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A very nice stroll indeed. Thank you.
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Glad to have you along, and thanks for the kind words.
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