On Saturday, I woke up, got dressed and drove to Aunt Chubby's in Hopewell for breakfast. Before my health challenges started, Aunt Molly was my favourite weekend treat but I hadn't been there in several months. I packed my Fujifilm X-T2 + Fujinon XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR, iPad and Bluetooth headphones. I wanted to get to Aunt Chubby's just as they opened to get a seat in the corner, to read blog posts while listening to music. I found parking right out front, which is rare, but now I know how to avoid the weekend breakfast crowd. Aunt Chubby's is walking distance from most of the homes in Hopewell Borough.

I found a table near the rear of the restaurant and my attentive table attendant took my order, avocado toast with a poached egg on top and a cappuccino. The restaurant was still mostly empty with one man sitting at the breakfast bar, and a few friends sitting in the other room.

During my commute last week, I caught up on listening to episodes of the FujiCast podcast, which I missed while going through my health challenges during the last few months. The universe must be sending me a message because on this particular FujiCast episode, Ian MacDonald, was a guest talking about how photography helps him treat and overcome PTSD caused by years working in emergency medical services (EMS).

This got me to thinking about how much I missed my form of stress reduction therapy, being outside walking around with my camera on the nature trails of the Sourlands. I finished eating and while I waited for my check, I looked up as Jeff Hoagland had walked in and sat down at the breakfast counter.

Jeff Hoagland is a lifelong naturalist and the Education Director for the Watershed Institute. The institute is championed for the environment of 950 acres of streams and woodlands in Hopewell Township. I met Jeff over a decade ago when I took my then elementary school children on an ambling nature walk along one of the streams in Montgomery Township. My kids had a blast and over the years we took many more walks with Jeff. He's also a fan of craft ale and we often see each other in line during a crowler release at Troon Brewing.

Google Earth, Hopewell Township, St. Michael's Preserve
St. Michael's Farm Preserve

I closed out my check and walked over to the breakfast counter to say. Jeff and I chatted for a bit. He noticed the camera and suggested I try walking a section of the St. Michael's Preserve which is accessible from Aunt Molly Road. I have walked another part of the St. Michael's Preserve earlier this year and was happy for Jeff's recommendation of something new.

In the Borough of Hopewell, St. Michael's Preserve includes a total of 396 acres of preserved land, mostly between Hopewell-Princeton Road and Aunt Molly Road, but a portion of the preserve lies on the east side of Aunt Molly Road and is preserved by the D& R Greenway Land Trust. This is the section that Jeff stated was his favourite section of the preserve trails.

In 2004, the Diocese of Trenton asked D&R Greenway to preserve the property for $11 million. Working with our state, county, and local partners, we secured $8 million in public funding. The remaining $3 million needed to be raised from private sources. Faced with the frightening prospect of unwanted development, in the summer of 2006, a group of concerned Hopewell residents stepped forward to raise the remaining funds required to preserve the St. Michael's Preserve land.

The St. Michael's Preserve property had been owned by the Diocese of Trenton since the 1890s upon which an orphanage and industrial school were built in 1896. The facility closed in 1973.

Aunt Molly Road is about a five-minute drive from Aunt Chubby's. I parked, donned my headphones, and started streaming Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, while I walked along the frozen trail, stopping to take photos of the woods and trail path with the changing morning light streaming through. I could hear the crunch of frozen dirt, grass, and ice underfoot.

A man with a dog approached from a fork in the path. I removed my headphones, said hello and commented about the cold. It was cold. I have not walked this trail before so I had no specific agenda for images. I listened to Dark Side of the Moon, stopping to photograph whatever light caught my eye. I found myself just stopping and standing to stare at the light, getting lost in my mind. Relaxing.

I got as far as the bridge before the cold air, despite gloves and thick socks, started to gnaw at fingers and toes.

Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams
Aunt Molly Trail | 22 Dec, 2019 | FujiFilm X-T2 | XF16-55mmF2.8 R LM WR | © Khürt Williams

Necessity IS the Mother of Invention (Dan Jurak's Alberta Landscape Photo Blog)

As children we have all done the paint by numbers sets, at least those of us who are older. I’m not sure that they still sell them any longer.

Paint the coloured areas with the appropriate paint. Stay within the lines. Voila. Instant painting.

That would seem to be a test of following rules rather than using any kind of creativity and the last time I looked, photography was a creative art.

I am old enough to remember the paint by numbers books. I disliked them. I struggled to keep the colours within the lines or use the right colours to match the numbers and was often admonished for not "following the rules". Inadvertently I was being taught that art was about following rules and that I was not good at it.

It wasn't until my early college years while attending Drew University1, that I dared to try my hand at creating art. I took a summer photography course. The instructor was "artsy" and pushed us to explore light and composition with my Pentax P3. I still have the camera.

I learned how to develop film and make prints, mostly black and white. By the time I had finished my engineering degree and graduate school I had forgotten the craft.


  1. Drew University is a liberals arts school in Madison, New Jersey where I majored in Physics and minored in Mathematics (of course!).