Ten days in the Green Mountains, chasing peak foliage — October 2026.
First light doubles itself on a glass-calm lake.
Geese cross a mist-covered lake at sunrise.
One lone tree, holding the mist.
Red hillside, doubled in still water.
The lake, glimpsed through autumn branches.
Birches and a boulder rise out of the morning mist.
Fall color holds its reflection under a stormy sky.
Cows graze beneath the silos as the hills turn.
A weathered red barn, holding its color.
Tractors at rest under a rusty roof.
The 1840 Union Christian Church at Plymouth Notch.
A tiny chapel in the woods.
The workhorses of a Vermont farm.
A fairway winds under a blazing hillside.
The lift towers stand quiet over the valley.
Empty chairs climbing through the color.
One maple, all in.
Small defiance: yellow leaves in a stone wall.
The stream braids itself through the rocks.
Falling water, moss, and dappled light.
A quiet fall in the dark woods.
White water over ancient stone.
Dead trees standing in their own reflections.
The Middle Covered Bridge at Woodstock.
A maple leaf you can eat.