After Three-and-a-Half Years, Leafing!

Sort of!

Corrie and I finally got to see some of the famed foliage during the autumn months, before everything fully comes down. Usually we'd be upstate before the colors changed, then back up after the leaves fell but before it'd snow. So finally, after three-and-a-half years, we got up in time to see some of the real thing.

It was almost a-hundred percent a-flame with deep oranges and reds, dense yellows flowing over ridges like silent and chilly fire, smokeless and beautiful. It was magnificent.

This picture was of a hill directly across from the parking lot of probably the most picturesque Home Depot in America.

So, really, we didn't go on an hours long joy ride through New England marveling at the science that turns the leaves the brilliant "fall" colors, but we did get to see it pretty much up close.

The most beautiful part I remember came this morning, actually, riding the train down to the City from Beacon. That train ride is along the Hudson River, right up along the water for long stretches. This morning, around 8 am, the sun was at that golden angle bringing pure sharp light along the Palisades across the river, the sky was crisp and deep blue, and the riverbanks were fully red and orange, deep and warm looking, snapshots of flames from a distance, a small smattering of yellow that was nearly hushed by the dominant darker tones, mixing smugly with the rusty colored rock.