Winter Sunset on Trout Creek Parkway
I left South Mountain just as the sun was setting. I headed back towards my end of Allentown by way of Mack Boulevard, intending to take a look at Trout Creek Parkway as I passed. Upon arrival, the park was bathed in a winter sunset that had me out the door of my car, camera in hand, hopping around like Peter Rabbit.
I had caught the park at a perfect moment. Light had not yet disappeared into the shadow of evening but had sunk low enough, and been broken by clouds enough to give the park an entirely new appearance.
Trout Creek Parkway never looked so good.
Each time I thought I had taken enough pictures my eye would catch a sight entirely new to my observations and I was compelled to keep looking.
The bright trees and white snow seemed to magnify the great silence of winter. Every footstep I took sounded as if my feet were boulders, crashing.
In my hurry, I could barely feel the deep cold that has defined the majority of our early winter.
As I left the park, I drove towards Allentown constantly distracted by the colored explosion of the sky. Under the Eighth Street Bridge, Fountain Park had undergone the same transformation as Trout Creek Parkway. These places were as new to me as they were following our snowfalls. Our parks in winter are true creations of light and shadow.
With the sun rapidly disappearing below the horizon I was disappointed to not have the time to see the new Parkway or Cedar Beach. Heading home, I was comforted by the notion that there were many more sunsets to come before the haze of summer steals their vibrancy again.
I had caught the park at a perfect moment. Light had not yet disappeared into the shadow of evening but had sunk low enough, and been broken by clouds enough to give the park an entirely new appearance.
Trout Creek Parkway never looked so good.
Each time I thought I had taken enough pictures my eye would catch a sight entirely new to my observations and I was compelled to keep looking.
The bright trees and white snow seemed to magnify the great silence of winter. Every footstep I took sounded as if my feet were boulders, crashing.
In my hurry, I could barely feel the deep cold that has defined the majority of our early winter.
As I left the park, I drove towards Allentown constantly distracted by the colored explosion of the sky. Under the Eighth Street Bridge, Fountain Park had undergone the same transformation as Trout Creek Parkway. These places were as new to me as they were following our snowfalls. Our parks in winter are true creations of light and shadow.
With the sun rapidly disappearing below the horizon I was disappointed to not have the time to see the new Parkway or Cedar Beach. Heading home, I was comforted by the notion that there were many more sunsets to come before the haze of summer steals their vibrancy again.
Labels: Fountain Park, Trout Creek Parkway
posted by Andrew Kleiner at
2:08 AM
4 Comments:
The picture from under the bridge is my favorite. Once again, great photos, Andrew!
Keep comments here related to the post. Discussing Allentown's deficit has nothing to do with the sunset at Trout Creek Parkway.
Keep in the Trails discussion please.
" Cheers for the trails plan." And hip-hip-hooray for the asphalt trails around the Mirror Ponds and along Cedar Creek. It's your site, censor away.
As always, wonderful photos. One fears that with 17 workers in the Allentown Parks Department laid off, 3 other park positions x'ed out, and the Mayor actively lobbying against protected status for the Little Lehigh creek and watershed area [ MCall,Jan.2, 2010 ], it's not just sunset in the Trout Creek Parkway, but in all of Allentown's once great parks. So very sad.
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