The past few weeks have unfolded into one of the most spectacular Fall foliage seasons I can remember in the thirty-six years we’ve lived in Vermont. And that is not to take away from many of the other beautiful Falls we’ve seen! Of course Fall marks the changing of the seasons but it also has a timeless quality about it—a feeling, perhaps, of taking a last few long breaths before winter sets in. Unique to Vermont are the pastures and cows and hillside “walls” of color—even if often seen as clichés, they are, in fact, real and gorgeous.
The weather this year has been exceptionally pleasant and sunny—not necessarily great for photography—both making for many, long walks on back country roads. On a recent walk on Mud City Loop we enjoyed stunning colors and both distant and near views that produced one exclamation after another of pleasure and astonishment.
At one point we came upon a young man bringing the cows in along the road for the evening. With the exception of his t-shirt (“If farming were a sport, you’d be looking at an athlete”), I felt I was in a time warp, falling back through time. No doubt similar scenes still exist in many parts of the world, but to find it here in America, amidst our insanely fast-paced life, is a sheer joy.