I’ve enjoyed seeing and photographing the leaves of American Beech (Fagus grandifolia) for a long time. This year I made a special effort to be aware of them as they…
Vermont poet David Budbill says it so perfectly in his poem “The Fall Almost Nobody Sees” from the book Happy Life:
The view from the Burlington airport—Mount Mansfield and Camel’s Hump—is nearly always glorious. As we landed yesterday the Fall colors were some of the best I can remember seeing in…
Photographs help me remember moments that are special. I hope my niece, Claire, and her new husband, Moriel, will often look at this photograph and remember what a precious day…
Slow moving water and sunshine in a blue sky and standing at just the right place on the bank of the stream can transform how I’ve seen fall foliage.
My written words are inadequate this time of year so I’ll let my photographs speak.
It is that time of year when migrating birds talk to each other in the night sky, when valleys are fogged in until ten, when everyday brings changes to the hillsides,…
Imagine the sky is blue and summer leaves green. Why not?! Imagine seeing leaves like this in the Fall. Yes, imagine all these things and rejoice!
Between a bad cold, bad weather and bad light, I’ve not been out much this past week. A short jaunt today to East Montpelier was a delight, with colors at…
Still Learning To See 