An image from our most recent trip to New England, which was all too short.
Along Route 302 south of Bretton Woods, we explored a couple of vantage points. This one presented itself so strongly, it practically jumped into the camera viewfinder. While most of the trip had seen subdued color and lots of rain, this scene made up for it. Not the typical New England autumn with a white steeple poking through the trees, this was nothing BUT trees. It almost looks like an ocean of treetops, and the five or six pines poking their evergreen tops through the rest of the brilliant display make for a nice contrast.
I have often said that sometimes color itself is the sole subject of an image, and this illustrates that maxim, although texture plays a big part in it as well.
Texture and color—what else could you ask for? Well, maybe some Vermont apple cider?
This image triggers feelings of what I miss about living in the north, 58 years after leaving it. The memories of childhood—raking leaves into piles that we would run and jump into in the crisp autumn air, the smell of the leaves as they burned (you could do that back then), and the knowledge that my birthday was right around the corner. Good times.
