Autumn makes me feel a few different things. The season makes me sad, but not in a bad way...if you can understand that. The Leaves start to die and fall off the trees, creating beautiful deep oranges and reds, but also exposing things hidden by summer. The seemingly random holes in the ground where a home, barn or even an old mill once stood show their bare walls when the leaves fall. They always remind me of people that came before me who might have lived there.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Fall Away From Home
The last time I spent Autumn in Foster was my junior year of High School in Ponaganset in 2003. Fall of 2004 I started college in New Hampshire, and I have not seen the leaves change in my hometown since. Some people would say I was lucky to spend the fall in New Hampshire, but I say no way. Living in the North East, I can see the colors of fall pretty much anywhere. To me, Autumn is not about the leaves but rather the feelings, and home (Foster) is the only place it seems; where I can capture them.
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Fall has always been my favorite season, Neil. The weather this year here in Foster is ideal but there is very little color yet. The red maples in the valley, (the view from my second floor home office), are a dull maroon, whereas they're usually a brilliant red in October. I too love the view into the woods when the leaves fall and we can imagine what the land looked like when it was cleared early in the 20th century.
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