It seems that it’s been a few years since I got a quintessential fall foliage shot. This year was no exception. We just seemed to hit the fall leaves at the wrong time wherever we were. I chanced upon this scene in late November. Yes, it was way past peak time. I timed the 2nd game of the World Series as the best time to see foliage in upstate New York. It’s a rule of thumb that varies. Nonetheless I was way past time and did not expect to encounter color. Nice.
It’s ain’t me. It’s about nine year since I took the first picture you see. It’s on my blog and on my “About” (this blog) page. The image was shot on a back road of Maine. The image has a white primitive rail fence along the roadside and the fall colors are just peaking. I was shocked to see the same fence recently. I had seen it in good repair in 2014. We speculate that the owner died or became disabled and no one keeps up with the maintenance any longer. I have no way to know. The farm is still functional. There is a farmhouse in good repair. I’m saddened that something so picturesque has deteriorated so badly. I am glad to say that it’s not me who suffered a similar fate. I hope I’ll still be kicking around for a long time to come.
Central Park. Is there any other? In the middle of the “City” amongst a million people, a park was created to preserve open space. When you consider that every other inch is covered with developers scheming to construct a high rise something, it is pretty remarkable that someone didn’t pave over and build on this park. I took the kids to school many days. And in the fall, I could see and gauge the autumn color as it developed. Not enough, but a few times I would venture into the park and get some fall shots. I got lots of leaves in color, but, not so much of the city and park in peak fall foliage. In the midst of it all there is serenity to be found. I didn’t realize how crowded it was. Now I live where there are mere thousands (population). I have to drive for a while to find traffic. A car going by on my street after dark is unusual. The beach is crowded. I might have to cruise for five whole minutes to get a parking spot. I live with someone who worries about parking. She was lucky to see a car near her once a day. Geez! She worries about parking all the time.
The quintessential fall image? There were none while I worked in Saudi. Ha! No trees. No fall. No leaves. It was 100 every day. I rained a day or two a year. The trees and bushes bloomed year long. And I don’t look back with any longing. Meanwhile, I try each season… not too hard of late. Dover. I got lost. Ummm you are never lost as long as you never put the car in reverse. I turned the corner past a government building. There! Whoa! Getting lost (I wasn’t) has its benefits. Brilliant bright color! They say that rainy days give the colors more saturation. Well, they are wrong. I gravitate to the bright ‘in your face’ colors that pop! I got some images. This was fall.
It occurred to me… that fall pictures in a cemetery are somehow intertwined. Dead leaves and dead people. That’s kind of harsh and stark. Beautiful autumn color in a restful place for departed dearly beloved ones. I’ve taken many a cemetery pic and seek the quintessential autumn image. I have taken fall images in a cemetery for sure. Bittersweet.
Go small. The display of fall color eluded me this year. I saw lots of leaves and lots of color. I was just never on time or in the right location. We were passing through too early or too late or could not stop. So basically I missed the foliage display. There is still an opportunity to catch something. I resorted to single leaves. But even then the bar is high. Find a perfect leaf and isolate it. Hard to do, I did not really accomplish that either. It’s ok. There’s always next year. …I hope.
I have been seeking a peak fall foliage image this year. It’s November and there are still brilliant leaves to be seen. I’ve been around and about from Delaware to Colorado. There are still leaves of color. However, there has been no signature image. I was driving in rural Delaware. On a back road was this red maple. Brilliant. The color was deeply red. My image does not do justice to the grandeur. I chose not to manipulate in Photoshop. Of course there is no global warming. I state the obvious. It’s mid November and leaves are still on the trees, many of them green, while others are nude for winter’s coming. It seems that nature is confused too. Try and make sense of things. As the cowardly lion said, “I do believe…” And, I’m off to see the wizard.
The Little Pie Company makes a SCAW – sour cream apple walnut pie for which the recipe is intentionally left out of their cookbook. It is their signature pie. The apples are sliced, not wedged. The topping is brown sugar and walnuts in a thick layer of decadence. I’ve imagined this pie. And since I moved from NYC, it has seemingly been a pursuit to reproduce the recipe. We went apple picking. There was no better time to recreate the recipe. We looked in several places and settled upon the Silver Palate recipe. It utilized sour cream. The topping is described as a streusel. Our recipe tasted exactly as the Little Pie. The topping was too meager. It’s plenty sweet and tastes the same as the Little Pie too. It just needs to be thicker. After all this time, I have reproduced another recipe. Osso bucco was another recipe that turned out to be dead simple to make. Meanwhile, the secret recipe is really not so secret after all.
In a follow up to a recent post on the engagement of my daughter Jules, I am posting this pic. It was the day after Thanksgiving. The annual leaf raking was in progress. Jeff her intended set up a video and shot scene. Julia and he jumped into a pile of leaves. Typically Julia directed how they should jump. And when they landed, he dug the leaves out of her face and hair and put a ring on her finger. Jules cried and in the hugs I heard her laugh with joy.
This shot was many years before. And yes, that was Lisa making the leap. It was a time when we piled them high and jumped from a fence or ladder. This time it was just a belly flop into a low pile. But it sure was a happy ending.
I went to Maine to see some trees before heading back to the dessert. After a while trees are nice to see. And then I was hoping to appreciate some fall color. By and large it was a hit and miss. The week we arrived it was green and in another week it was past peak for a lot of trees. Green and color simultaneously did not leave many opportunities for those stunning colorful vistas of changing leaves I had envisioned. So you make do. We stayed in a B&B named Wabi Sabi. The internet states the term represents a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection.
We found the place to be delightful. The innkeeper was gracious and breakfast was a treat. Best of all I had a tree that cooperated and gave me some of the fall color I craved.