85 posts tagged autumn
New York City Autumn - Central Park - Rustic Bridge
the memory of
orange, gold, and red
that gracefully sway
towards each other
was only a legend
told on dark nights
in hushed tones.
This was taken after a rainstorm with my Sony A99 on a bitterly beautiful autumn day in Central Park. The view is from one of Central Park’s many bridges in The Ramble. This particular bridge is sometimes referred to as the Pool Rustic Bridge.
New York Autumn - Central Park - Bow Bridge and the Lake
On autumn days
when grey skies
brush across the water
with icy fingertips
and tree branches
cling to their
the wind plays
a slow adagio
with a warm vibrato
on every fallen
One of the most beautiful places in New York City to enjoy autumn is Central Park. With over 800 acres of a variety of natural landscapes, Central Park comes alive in the autumn as it prepares to hibernate for the winter.
This was taken on a moody autumn day with my Sony A99 while I was wandering around in The Ramble. The Ramble is a 38 acre woodland with meandering paths. If you follow it out towards some of the main paths, you will eventually come across this beautiful view of Bow Bridge.
New York City - Autumn - Central Park- Poet’s Walk at Dusk
hand in hand
as memories of summer
send a rush of warmth
to its face.
And as autumn
blushes in gold and yellow
winter’s icy whispers
tickle the tips of
and the trees
sway as dusk
falls over the city.
Taken on a recent walk through Central Park with my Sony A99. This is Central Park’s Poet’s Walk also known as the Literary Walk located in a section of the park known as The Mall. The Mall is the only straight line in Central Park and its crowning feature are the many elm trees that hang over the walk forming a canopy.
The first in a series of travel journals about my travels in the Pocono Mountains…
Autumn in the Pocono Mountains
In another life, I lived where open spaces wed themselves to an infinite landscape.
In another life, the city was a speck on the imagination of a wilderness so vast, it yearned to meet the horizon and keep stretching itself further into the collective consciousness.
In another life…
Travel is the glue that binds us to alternate narratives of our own lives.
I grew up in a family that didn’t have the financial means to travel and so I traveled in my own mind to the parts of the world I would read about or come across in cinema.
Traveling as an adult has started to become a never-ending way to stretch my mind’s interpretations of places far past their previous limitations.
My version of America outside the confines of cities has always been shaped by other’s interpretations. Growing up in New York City, the rest of America has always been a daunting concept. Beyond its plethora of symbolic meanings, America is the wide-open unknown that stretches across huge expanses of the United States. It’s the sprawling wilderness that stretches north into Canada. It’s the stunning array of countries that stretch south beyond the United State’s southernmost points.
And so, when I got the chance to explore a small part of the over 2000 square miles that the Pocono Mountains region covers, my mind was swimming in previous interpretations of that hallowed part of Pennsylvania.
Decades ago, the Pocono Mountains area was referred to as The Poconos and in the New York City area The Poconos was advertised as a honeymoon shangri-la of epic proportions. The commercials I grew up with referenced jacuzzis in the shape of champagne glasses and the mere mention of The Poconos in conversation would incur an amused eyebrow raise and chuckle.
Armed with these rather peculiar and comical interpretations of the area, I set out on a three day journey with the Pocono Mountain Visitor Bureau. My aim was to photograph the Pocono Mountain area and their aim was to open my eyes and change my previous perceptions about the area.
I didn’t come across giant champagne glass shaped jacuzzis at all during my exploration of the area. What I did come across were miles upon miles of untouched wilderness in the throes of autumn, a striking array of outdoor activities, and a large variety of small and medium size towns and cities that intrigued me enough to put them back on my bucketlist of American towns to visit.
One of the highlights of my journey was having the conductor of the LeHigh Gorge Scenic Railway allow me to take photos from the back of the train. Train travel and trains are some of my favorite things in this world.
Here is a location guide to the photos in this set:
1 - Autumn foliage and railroad tracks seen from the LeHigh Gorge Scenic Railway. The poles on the right are the original telegraph poles used for early communication in the mid 19th century.
2 - Spectacular autumn landscape and view at Calkins Creamery
3 - Autumn hiking trail and bicycle path at Woodloch Pines Resort
4 - The site of “the first commercial locomotive on rails in the western hemisphere” in Honesdale
5 - Zip-lining through beautiful autumn trees at Pocono TreeVentures
6 - A view of the Delaware River at The Shawnee Inn
7 - Autumn lake landscape at Woodloch Resort
View these photos larger and in a set here (click on each photo in the set to enlarge):