I walked along the Pennypack Trail on August 14 very early in the morning. I’ll show you three things that happened along this way.
First happening, art drop off. I set a very tiny figurine inside one of the train control boxes. I’ve used this site many times before.
And here you see it in perspective with its surroundings. You can’t hear it, but a low steady rumble of thunder was going on in the background, the kind that leads to nothing but does lend a certain atmosphere to a walk…
Happening number 2: I walked down into the picnic grounds and swung by the ranger cabin. No one was inside at the time, so I could take a good look. It’s such a perfect little camp building, very typical of a certain style of park architecture of the past:
I pressed the camera against the glass of the door and got a pretty good shot of the inside:
Now, happening number 3. This one is almost a fairy tale come to life. Pictures first:
Yes, a white deer!
In the spring, I think, one of the rangers pointed this deer out to me – I happened to be in the right place at the right time. Since then I have not seen him, and he has changed – now he has his antlers. He was also with a brown deer when I saw him the first time, but I do not know if this is the same one.
This sliver of wilderness along the Pennypack Creek has many surprises; I’ve seen a bald eagle, turtles, heard the songs of frogs, and of course, you know about the beaver pond about 2 miles away. A white deer, though, I think that is a fairy tale story waiting to be told.
I’ve made a little slideshow of the above photos to mimic the way I saw it.