I finally got off of the beach. Fall was clearly a fact and I felt the need to explore and enjoy it.
This is the famous Chrysanthemum Mountain planted annually at Ott’s Nursery in Schwenksville, PA. This used to be a destination on a fall Sunday drive with the family, and it’s still an amazing and entertaining site. The scene is dominated by a gigantic greenhouse of Victorian, Moorish lines. The adjacent store is of field-stone construction with windows with diamond mullions suggesting old Europe. Here, the mountain can be seen reflected in one of the windows.
I had seen a couple of Facebook posts by photo-friend Ken Curtis of a place called Ken Lockwood Gorge. It looked great and was only an hour and a half away so off I went. I didn’t (have to) explore very much of it to enjoy the views.
I found it hard to believe that I was still in New Jersey, thinking Vermont along the gorge. These scenes also brought to mind past mentors such as Kurt Budliger, Joe Rossbach, Ian Plant and Richard Bernabe.
Other scenes also made my camera squirm with excitement. You’ve got to give them their head once in a while.
But don’t forget what Dorothy said, “There’s no place like home … There’s no place like … There’s no ……… “
Even without a decent pair of ruby slippers I found fall near home. This scene is by a tiny falls on Sharps Run on the Yellow Trail at Medford Leas. The stream had carried these leaves along to the falls’ edge where they were hung up. The small current, then, just swirled around them.
Along the Red Trail I found these Viburnum berries pretending to be Holly, a worthwhile effort.
Finally (and what triggered this post) I sat down early in my sun room with a morning coffee and wake-up music. As the sun worked its way above the eastern campus there was a magical interval of soft red and yellow light. Though still in my bathrobe I managed to get out and photograph it and return before Campus Security was called by any neighbors. What a great start to the day!