Around these parts we have a word we call the hoards of people who descend upon our countryside this time of year, those who search every lane and field for foliage bursting with the famous New England color, snapping photos of every rusticated scene they encounter. They are referred to as leaf-peepers by the locals. And even though I've lived here for 7 years, I quickly morph into a leaf-peeping tourist, my canon dslr permanently swinging from my neck, chasing the color at the first hint of autumn.
I love the speckled color of these leaves - red and yellow!
Not unlike a harried storm chaser, I become a color chaser, anxious to not miss a single fleeting color burst. Fall does tend to make me restless. I just don't want to miss the jaw dropping beauty that can fade as quickly as it makes its appearance. Growing up in California, I had never seen anything like it and a New England autumn still retains its magic and wonder for me.
1. an antique cape cod home in the New Hampshire countryside; 2. a lake with autumn leaves; 3. faded wood barn; 3. Yankee magazine headquarters
Last week we drove through the highways and backroads of western New Hampshire, Vermont, and Massachusetts. It was stunning! The backdrop of the New England countryside, its old churches and antique homes and barns, is the perfect companion to the fall foliage. It just makes the autumn scene all the more sweeter.
Much of the foliage along the high way was still green, but no less beautiful!
A stunning stone antique colonial home, which also sells antiques.
Fall color set against a pond.
There was a bit of rain the day of our drive, not much, but the cloudy skies added to the drama. It was a gorgeous day.
Red horse barn
Another highway shot
Lake and mountain
The sun began to set, adding pinks and purples to the vibrant mix.
View through the trees.
Crossing the bridge, and the state line, from Vermont into New Hampshire.
Another shot at sunset. Love the clouds wisping across the mountain.