Erie, PA.

Let your imagination run with the sound of geese overhead, the smell of dinner drifting across the lake inviting you home. Fresh Concord Grapes from your own vinyard. Venison, pheasant or a big roast of beef waiting on the table. Every day was Thanksgiving and every day we gave thanks.
In a few short weeks, winter comes quietlyi n the night, and you awake to a new world. Quiet, peacefull and anticipating Christmas. Maybe it is because of my growing up with caroling, visiting family and friends, and the preperation for Christmas was a season everyone embraced.

Erie, Pennsylvania was home for the first 19 years of my life. These pictures were not taken by me, however, they are typical of my idea of Eden. The memories of growning up on lake Erie, with places being different yet the "same" with every change of season.

October was always my favorite time of year. Bright colored leaves, crisp autum air and the rich harvest. You can not even buy Concord Grapes in Florida.

Followed by a winter that purified the land with each new snow fall. Waking to a world covered with a clean white blanket of fresh fallen snow. Trading the rustle of walking in fallen leaves for the crisp crunch of being the first to "step" foot in a winter wonderland.

Maybe I will winter on Lake Erie after all.