Don Sutherland's articles with the keyword: water

  • November

    - 12 Nov 2016
    In his Chronicles of England , Richard Grafton wrote, “Thirty days hath November…” Yet, thirty days is sufficient time for this transitional month to bring one from one season into another. November is the elegant bridge that leads from autumn to winter. As one walks across that bridge, autumn’s brilliant colors fade. The sun’s golden rays offer memories of fall’s disappearing warmth, but the days grow ever shorter. Delicate ice crystals from morning frost sometimes glazes the way ahead.…

  • Manor Park’s Stormy Days

    - 29 Oct 2015
    Lying along the waters of the Long Island Sound, Manor Park is filled with beauty. Among other things, one can capture the rising of a fiery red sun, boats anchored in pristine blue waters, gazebos that overlook the Sound, shimmering metamorphic rocks that were once part of the Appalachian Mountain chain, and even hummingbirds gracefully dining on the nectar of a trumpet vine. On some of the typically hot summer days, one can find respite in the Park’s iconic gazebos from a refreshing sea breeze…

  • The Metamorphic Rocks of Manor Park

    - 29 Sep 2014
    One of the places I often visit to take photos is Manor Park (Larchmont, New York). Among other things, with its location on the Long Island Sound, it offers a great place to photograph the rising sun in all its glory. Its twin gazebos and Umbrella Point also provide a photogenic setting for capturing and preserving memories ranging from wedding portraits to snowy landscapes. Rumor has it that wedding portraits captured at Manor Park mean that the marriage will truly last till “death d…

  • Summer Lessons

    - 16 Aug 2014
    In “The Four Seasons,” Vay-Hah-Ess wrote: Ernest went with his parents and several playmates to the nearest village, on a warm summer day; and they remained there the entire day. All around them they saw green cornfields and meadows, decorated with thousand fold flowers; also pastures in which young lambs were dancing, and wanton foals were skipping about.—They ate cherries and other summer fruit, and enjoyed themselves right well during the whole day. “Is it not true,” asked his father, on…