I have not really been taking too many pictures of the fall foliage here, mostly because I am too busy gawking at it. My commute takes me along the back roads and past some of the most amazing views from my car window.
Everyday there is a further shift toward red or gold. Each individual tree is progressing toward nakedness. Our yard started the month green and will be bear now in a matter of weeks.
The oak trees at the view from the top of the mountain over Great East Lake are rusting, setting off the blue from the water and sky.
I took these in mirrors that are being processed up at the studio for a different perspective.
It feels futile to take pictures that will never quite do the scene justice. That is why I don’t have a bunch more. The problem is not that “if you have seen one you have seen them all” it is the exact opposite- if that makes any seance.
Each moment in time is in motion. Nothing is still. This is autumn in Maine and it is awesome!