It’s almost over. The leaves are fading — early — and dropping from the trees. Many are already half bare. Bob and I went down to Riverbend and the Blackstone Canal. If we waited much longer, it would be too late.
It’s lovely, though not spectacular. The drought made the change come too late and last too short a time. The weather is still lovely, but the color in mostly yellows with occasional patches of red or orange.
Still, there nothing that warms my heart as much as New England in the fall. October is my favorite month and has been since I was a kid and heard the first maple leaf crunch under my foot on my trek to school.
I always mourn its passing and plan to enjoy it as long as I can.
A note to my fellow local photographers. Either you live in a different state than me, or you are cooking your photos.
We have not had those brilliant, glowing colors this year. An occasional bright maple or ash, but mostly … yellow or soft orange dominates the landscape. The dryness, lack of an early cold snap, lingering warm, humid days have conspired to produce a muted autumn.
If you twiddle with saturation and color balance, you can produce brilliant autumn colors in any picture. May, July … anytime can be glorious autumn. If that’s what you want.