A Fall Walk

For the longest time the leaves stayed green, the temperatures were above average and people wondered if it was actually fall. Then, it seemed as if overnight, the leaves began to burst into magnificent colors of gold, orange and red.
It was at that point I knew the leaves were at peak, so I took my camera and went to photograph the fall foliage.

There’s many parks in the area I live, but the one I chose is special. It’s a place I’ve enjoyed my entire life, although I don’t exactly remember the first time I fell in love with it. Maybe it was the architecture, or the statues, or the carousel. Maybe it was its history, or its beauty or its serenity. Maybe it’s the memories that live inside the park. Or maybe it’s a combination of all the above. Whatever it is, I love this park. And it never ceases to amaze me no matter how many times I’ve been there there’s always something new to see, a new adventure to go on.

Carousel IIII entered by the carousel, a magical beauty constructed in the early 1900s. It has twenty-eight individually hand carved horses which were made by Lithuanian born Marcus Charles Illions. Walking around the cobblestone path that lines the way, I looked through the windows and saw all the horses. They appear to be running with their legs raised high or kicked out, ready to take another step. I think they’re majestic works of art with details so ornate I can’t help but marvel at them. Of all the carousels Illions constructed during his lifetime this is the only two-row carousel left still in working order.

A few steps away from the carousel is a stream of water that runs into a larger pond A Fall Viewwhere ducks like to gather. There’s benches around the edge as well as trees and shrubs. By this time of year most of the trees had shed their leaves. They now covered the ground with the colors of a rustic blanket shielding the green grass. The dried leaves crunched under my feet as I walked around the pond and when the breeze blew it carried with it the scent of fall.

The pond is surrounded by history. On one side stands the Canfield Casino and on the other, almost up on a hill, is The Spirit of Life. I never knew what the Canfield Casino was or understood its history until a couple of years ago. It was once a place to gamble, but today it stands as a historic landmark and a popular place for weddings. Even before I knew exactly what the building was, I was always fascinated by its architecture.

Final.jpgThe Spirit of Life and Spencer Task Memorial was constructed in the early 1900s. This bronze statue overlooks her reflecting pool as she has done since the day she was built. Sometimes, in the summer, mother ducks and babies can be found swimming in the pool. Over the years I’ve photographed her on a number of occasions with many different cameras. On this trip to the park, I found yet another way I wanted to photograph her. In my mind the flowers, small trees and reflecting pool framed her well.

I left the lower area of the park, walked up a hill and entered the woods. As soon as the path curved I saw a tree with all its leaves, bright with shades of red and orange. Limbs and branches reached toward the sky, arched over the path, and created a canopy of color. The path itself was scattered with fallen leaves and acorns. Squirrels and chipmunks rustled through the leaves looking for food to store before the approaching winter. My feet, once again, made the leaves crunch with each step. I paused once or twice to kick at a pile of leaves, making them fly up in the air and twist in the wind and they floated effortlessly to the ground. It made me feel like a kid again. I’m not sure what it is about fall, or any season, but certain things, no matter how old you become, make you feel like a kid.

Continuing along the path, I walked through the woods and above the lower level of the park. A fountain with a small stream connected to it ran below. There’s multiple fountains and sculptures set around the park. Soon the path began to descend and curve back around. As the wind blew it pushed the fallen leaves across the ground, bringing with it the crispness of fall. Before long, I was back at the carousel where I’d started, looking at the horses once more.

Throughout the park paths weave their way past trees and shrubs and benches. They take you by ponds and through the woods. Not only do they lead you through nature, but also history. There’s many historic things I didn’t mention about this place, but there’s simply so much to it. As I said in the beginning, I’m always finding something new. To this day I’m constantly learning about the park with which I fell in love.

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Fall Is In The Air

A few days ago marked the first official day of fall. As sad as I am to see summer go, I’m excited to welcome everything that comes with the changing seasons.

I think each season has something to offer, its own beauty. Fall brings with it crisp breezes and cool nights. It brings rays of sun that shine through the changing leaves as they blow in the wind. The leaves themselves melt from a lush green to a rustic orange, yellow or red. They gently fall to the earth before being swept up by the breeze and dancing in the air and coming back to lay on the ground.

Leaves crunch underneath my feet whenever I go for a walk. I love that sound. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s simply one of those things that goes along with the season. Maybe it’s a reminder of the changing seasons. Whatever the reason, there’s something lovely about hearing the leaves crunch with every step on the pavement or path through the woods.

Lets not forget about the food. The house starts to smell like fresh baked apple pie or apple sauce. Other times it smells like pumpkin pie or pumpkin bread pudding. The aroma floats through the house and fills the lungs. Fall is the seasons of apples and pumpkins.

Then there’s the smell of the season, the smell of fall. This is a tricky one to put into words. It’s almost something you have to feel – the crisp air with the sun that’s still hot enough to warm your skin, the smell of the cool air itself, the smell of leaves.

Fall has a sent all it’s own.


Fall is in the air.

It has a certain scent. There’s a crispness. It’s not cold, but there’s the hint of cooler temperatures and the snow that will arrive in a few months. The once lush, green leaves begin to turn colors before letting go of the branches and gracefully floating to the ground.

Each season has a smell associated with it. This time of the year it’s anything apple or pumpkin related. And while I love the way these smells fill the stores as well as my house, the seasonal sent I’m really talking about is the one produced by nature.

Last week I went apple picking. I normally don’t eat a lot of apples, but enjoy turning them into all the delicious goodies (like pie) and love the art of apple picking. (And I can’t forget about those apple cider doughnuts.) Plus, I take great delight in being in an apple orchard. While walking up and down the rows of apples that lovely scent caught my attention and filled my lungs as I breathed in. There’s something special about being in the middle of an apple orchard, picking fresh apples, with the smell and colors of all around.

It’s a bit hard to put into words. (Not that I know if I would want to anyway, for fear of taking away the true magic of the season.) But, have you ever walked through the woods this time of year? Simply stepped outside? Have you ever been hit with the smell of the earth, the crispness in the air?

I believe all of that, and more, is the scent of fall.