Ohiopyle State Park

March is the month I give myself permission to think of summer. Spring cannot truly be called thus in New England-what we experience, if we experience anything besides winter at all, is something called mud season, and it's as uninspiring as it sounds. What thrills me at the moment is the thought of July and a land called Ohiopyle. It's an area south of Pittsburgh, happily positioned in the Laurel Highlands. Last summer I made a journey during one of my visits back to the burgh, and I never had the chance to share the pictures. Now is something of an appropriate time, all these months later, when I'm daydreaming about hiking through the highlands and having picnics beside waterfalls. The first two pictures are of Cucumber Falls and it's truly a must see in the state park.  Besides the many waterfalls, the natural waterslides are also a sight to see and beckon throngs of swimmers in the summertime.  There's also rafting on the Yough River (Classes III-V) and two Frank Lloyd Wright homes to tour including Fallingwater. In addition, the Great Allegheny Passage Trail, which runs from DC to Pittsburgh, goes right through Ohiopyle. It's a lovely area and one I am all too happy to think of during this last stretch of the New England winter. 

A Saturday Evening in Olmsted Park

Here are pictures from a recent Saturday evening stroll through Olmsted Park, a place I have enjoyed immensely this summer.  Now are the twilight days of the season,  before the arrival of autumn and all the wonder the fall months carry. The days are shortening and the sun retires earlier and earlier, but before it does, therein lies the magic hour, when shots like the ones above were taken, thanks to the iphone 5. Here's to embracing the last summer evenings of the year.

A Lady Escapes: Home in Pittsburgh

I've been a very bad blogger as of late, and an even worse lady of Boston, who has kept leaving the city to venture elsewhere. Last month I ventured back to my beloved home of Pittsburgh PA, city of bridges and champions and pierogies.  No place is quite like home and every time I return I wonder if there will be a time when I stay for good. That time is not now; I am back in New England enjoying what's left of summer, but I'm grateful to have returned to the place where three rivers converge, where we're all a bit crazy for the black and gold, and where homes are cradled by the hills. 

Sunday Reflections

This Sunday morning I walked from the apartment to Olmsted Park yet again. This time I walked all the way around Jamaica Pond, back through Olmsted to past Brookline Village and Coolidge Corner until I reached my stretch of Comm Ave. I have a feeling that this will be a new ritual to my weekends-forgive the repetition of posts, but the water that filled these parks was so lovely and fraught with the magic of reflections that I couldn't help but snap these photographs on my iphone and want to share them. So here they are. 

A Hint of Summer in Beacon Hill

Summer has nearly arrived! Some pictures from the wonderful Beacon Hill-