Seeing the Parks around the...
Seeing the Parks around the residential areas is a Must! I love Holmes Foster Park and use to play there as a child.
Also see listings by State College Parks and Recreation for more info. via the I-net.
State College takes pride in Preserving it's historical homes.
Park Forest & Toftress Residential areas are beautiful to see. Sidewalks throughout College Heights and near Holmes Foster Park provide enjoyable places to stroll during any season, however Autumn (mid-late October) is an especially scenic time.
Come Visit: O.W. Houtz: A place to find notions and knick-knacks that no one thinks still exist. Such as: endless varieties of knitting yarn, hardware finds, and family heirlooms like Cedar chests and baker's racks, dated collectables, pots, plants and dainty gourmet details.
Visit: W. College Ave & Buckout streets.
"Dedicated to the Spirit of the Tree"
I have only these pictures remaining of my Pennsylvania days. They were mostly tree pictures. Trees. What is it about them that grabs me? I suppose it's the way they seem to have a quiet and strong spirit about them. How they endure all seasons and may lose their leaves but remain undefeated.
Some of them are uprooted, like me. In fact, I feel like a tree, in the situation of uprooting. It's feeling like there is no one place I could be perfectly comfortable at, but knowing, at the same time, that I am always grounded. Unperturbed, in a sense.
"Into the Woods"
Sometimes the woods scare me. Perhaps it's the vastness of the vertical lines that give no indication of direction and knowing that being trapped in one such forest could bring one close to the primal fear - the fear of being alone with the self.
"Out of the Woods"
You see mountains, rivers, lakes and valleys. Sometimes the trees could again be your inherent fears, preoccupations and excess baggage, obscuring your view of the broader horizons outside.
I know that through the forest of my heart, I always catch glimpses of that eternal light that leads me to my salvation.
The light streaked across the sky in a terrible way. Fascinating in its terror, the way there was a beautiful light that perpetuated itself through the wiry network of branches. It was all riveting.
Trees. Neutral. Mountain. Flat. This picture probably doesn't say much.
I guess sometimes the trees are silent spirits too.
"But the Sky"
Trees yearn for the sky. They always wave their arms in the wind, beckoning me into their midst. All at once, I would feel as if I were a drifting spirit, not the like of them, sifting through the branches, floating in the heavens.
"Farmland for Acres"
This is my last impression of Pennsylvania. Farmlands. Just flat, mostly. In the colors of spring, when the soil had just woken from its deep slumber of winter. Some people might find it boring, as I actually know it to be to most people. It is a tranquil beauty nonetheless, and I never find beauty boring.