This place is gone now. I had been going there since the late sixties. My parents took me there for breakfast, I took my kids and eventually I took my grandchildren. The food, the service, and the prices were always right. We sat and talked about family things and of course about the many festivals in town. It was a place where you could pause and appreciate each other. It is part of my journey now as it joins the other things I grew up with and have watched pass into time. Funny, I took the photo knowing it would be added to the list of deleted. It worked too well. Sadly, the city thought it needed a “better” downtown and the Baker Hotel bought out the Manor House during the downtown revitalization project.
The owners have relocated to South Elgin and I go there from time to time but the memories are here. Breakfast as we watched the Fox River, is it high this time or is it low. All the time it just flows past this spot generation to generation. With or without a restaurant to view it from.
It is always a rule to carry a camera at all times no matter how inconvenient it is. Not a stunning place, but one that will bring back fond memories for me. The entire family out for a walk and not really being aware of our surroundings this wonderful sunset comes along. As I looked up I notice that several photographers has gathered to take the shot. I shuttered that I did not have a camera and then I remembered my Leica DLUX 4. I had it ready to shoot and using the program mode I was able to capture this shot. It capped off a perfect afternoon. No stress, or mess, just fun and time.
Can you see the Red? Does it get your attention and make you wonder what is going on? Delnor Park in St Charles is an unbelievable place to see all of this in great peacefulness. I know photographers who have made red their entire career. I have not chased the color, just saw it and thought it was a a worthwhile endeavor to to capture it. I really would like and have chased Cardinals. That is a photo I would like for my collections.
There was a time this old boat was proud and glorious as it floated across the water carrying people with poles and oars. As you walk past it you can hear the laughing of the people who once enjoyed it. The quiet times it bobbed up and down with water lapping its side while fisherman waited with baited patience for something to jump their line.
Now it floats in a different way. Along side of a large pond as a beach decoration. No longer is it seaworthy, but still able to to produce enjoyment for onlookers. You can not walk past it with out noticing it. How strong it still is, how beautiful not just wood and remains, but glory and honor filled with pride of the long service it had to people wanting to do something, to go for a quiet ride on a foggy fall morning. It is not just an old boat but instead a view to the past and where we can go.