I've never considered photography as a hobby, but once in awhile I'm able to capture an image that strikes me somehow.  Why not throw caution to the wind and share a few with people?

NEW HOPE

THE CANAL

HOME

 

 

I've never considered photography as a hobby, but once in awhile I'm able to capture an image that strikes me somehow.  Why not throw caution to the wind and share a few with people?

NEW HOPE

THE CANAL

HOME

 

N   E  W    H  O  P  E

For me, one of the most magical places in the country is Bucks County, Pennsylvania.  My family moved there in the Fall of 2000, and every visit home is a joyous one.  There's such a wonderful spirit of creativity, a sense of history and community.  I have yet find find a place where I feel so much at home and at peace.


View of the Delaware River from the New Hope/Lambertville Bridge.  June 2005.


ABOVE AND AT LEFT:
Full Moon, New Hope, PA.  June 2005.
I took these photos while crossing the New Hope/Lambertville Bridge.  It was already about 8:00pm, but the light of the day had not yet faded.  I've never seen the moon look so bright -- yes, that IS the moon, but due to the low light levels (and lack of a tripod) these images, alas, look a bit fuzzy.


Bridge at Dusk.  New Hope, PA.  June 2005.


Mechanic Street Mugs, Downtown New Hope.  June 2005.


Flag hung from footbridge.  Lumberville, PA.  June 2005.

  
Coming & Going.  Lumberville Footbridge, June 2005.


The Inn at Phillips Mill.  New Hope, PA.  June 2005.



Twisted Architecture.  New Hope, PA.  June 2005.



Matt at New Hope Train Station.  December, 2004.


Cat in Window.  Lambertville, NJ.  June 2005.


Night Scenes.  Lambertville, NJ.  June 2005.
  

 

 

T   H  E   C  A  N  A  L

In late September, 2004, and early Spring, 2005, Bucks County was hit by two devastating floods.  It was a small miracle that my family's home was spared on both occasions -- it literally overlooks the Delaware River -- but many others were not so fortunate.  One particular casualty was the historic towpath and canal that stretches several dozen miles south along the Delaware, from Easton all the way to Washington's Crossing.


Images of the canal in mid-September 2004, just before the first flood.  Lumberville, PA.


This separate part of the canal in New Hope remains operational.



As fate would have it, on my very last day at home in September, the first of the two recent floods hit.  Due to the heavy rains of hurricane season, which washed down from upstate New York, the waters started rising at an alarming rate.

But it was a second flood, just less than six months later, that severely affected the region.  The damage to the canal was irreperable; I'm told it would cost upwards of $20 million to restore it.


Canal Ruins, New Hope, PA.  June 2005.

 

 

 

H  O  M  E

My mother loved gardening.  When my family moved to their current home, it required a great deal of restoration and construction work.  The place, when I first saw it, was a near disaster -- new foundations had to be built, floorboards ripped up, and what little yard there was looked messy and overgrown.  Mom was the driving force in getting the house and its yard into shape.

When Mom fell ill in 2004, it was devastating -- for her and us.  Her health has deteriorated to the point where she is almost completely bedridden.  But Dad rose to the occasion by keeping up the gardens and the house.  When I visited home in June of 2005, I took these pictures to show Mom the efforts of Dad's work.

 
 


Nellie in Sleigh.  June 2005.

 

 

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