Autumn Comes to New England

In White Mountains National Forest of New Hampshire, the trees begin their change.

Dusk falls over the hills.

In the Green Mountains of Vermont, leaves fall like a gentle snow, softly striking the ground in an orange blur.

At the Morse Sugar Farm in Vermont, the pumpkins await carving.

Rain-filtered afternoon light flows through the jars of maple syrup standing guard in the sugar shack. They are the litmus papers for the spring sugar season when it comes time to make and grade the syrup.

The woodpile is stocked for winter.

A few summer wildflowers cling to their blooms even as the trees begin their surrender to the inevitability of winter.

On Old Orchard Beach in Maine, the amusement park is closed for the season.

The tide is out, but the sea has left her roots upon the sand.

They are her mark. I will be back.

The Cape Elizabeth lighthouse guards Casco Bay.

Beneath Fort Williams, the sea has left her stain on the granite cliffs.

On the cape, the Portland Head Light stands guard where it has for the past 219 years.

These are some of the photos from my trip last week.

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2 replies

  1. Such beautiful pictures! I do miss the leaves changing color, which is what I grew up with. But I’d take the great fall weather in Texas over pretty leaves any day!

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