Early Shades of Fall in September

The sun has not shown its face all day, there is a chill in the air, and I felt a call to go walking. The Delaware River, rippling in the breeze beneath a moody sky, has a flawless beauty in every kind of weather.

The last roses of summer tangle with a shrub with red feathery flowers under a tree slipping into her bronze foliage.

This small ancient barn and its weathered doors still hold some fascination for me. They are such a willing photographic subject.

The tracks heading north out of town and the surrounding greenery were recently treated to a little freshening up for a townwide event. Once upon a time, these tracks were used by trains hauling grain from the town’s mill to destinations both north and south.

I recently saw some advice – “Walk Happy.” I like that advice.

Something Different

A friend and I went out for brunch on Memorial Day to the Sky Cafe in a nearby town. They have great food, and source much of it from local farmers, always a plus. They are located at the Sky Manor Airport, a small one that is a home and a landing spot for many small planes.

I know very little about planes other than your standard flights and that I was once in an 8-seater “breakfast flight”, one of the scarier moments of my life!

However, these small planes have a charm all their own. While I was respecting the “No trespassing” sign at the edge of a parking area and using my zoom feature, a pilot approached us and gave me persmission to go up and photograph the planes.

He then asked if we’d like to see a couple planes in their hangars. We said yes, and were soon getting an up-close-and-personal view. The pilot’s name was Bill, and he indulged all our questions and shared more about what flying a one or two-seater plane entailed.

I don’t know that I can retain all he shared, but he successfully convinced me (not my friend), that flying in that size plane would be terrifying. I am a great admirer from the ground! And we both absolutely loved meeting his rescue dog, Angel.

This time chatting with a local resident reminds me of how wonderful it is to live where I live … where people can just strike up a conversation, share stories, and it’s so easy and relaxed. It’s how life should be.

Come Meet Me at Tinicum!

In the area Saturday? Come join me at the Author’s Tent from 2-4, and I would be delighted to sign a copy of my picture book, Where Do Butterflies Go at Night? and talk picture books – or butterflies – with you!

The festival is almost completely in the shade, and makes for very pleasant touring about. The 130+ artists and artisans featured are truly top-notch, plus there’s live entertainment, and much more. Check here for details:

This is a 2-day event, so if Saturday is not good for you, come Sunday and enjoy the art and festivities!

A Momentary Thaw

Lately it’s been a bit of a challenge to settle down to write a post. Whether due to lack of time or lack of brain, I have been remiss. But yesterday, I couldn’t help but be inspired.

When I went out to get my mail, my friend across the street was coming out as well. We stopped and chatted for a while in the road, both amazed at the sunny, balmy 56˚ weather. But alas, there was work on my desk and I needed to go back in, balmy or not. At my computer, I looked out the window at the sun streaming onto my back porch. Certainly going a mere 15′ from my Mac wouldn’t really be absconding from work, would it?

I looked down, over the porch railing, and saw an array of amazing textures and light. Just last week, it had been -1˚ in the morning, and these warm temps were resulting in a momentary thaw and so many abstract visions. I grabbed my camera and took some photos because … well, I needed to.

Melting ice was beginning to stream into the yard, and there were a few bright berries left on the bushes.

The twisted base of one of the hydrangeas defied a sense of scale; I could be looking down into a canyon …

or watching a snowy river rush by.

The intricate patterns of nature are stunning even in their most dormant stages. Sometimes even more so.

And then I really needed to get back to work.