In an otherwise cloudless sky, Franconia Notch let loose some of its moisture this evening, pouring a line of clouds over the mountains that promptly evaporated in the setting sun.
I shot about 4 minutes of video from Sunset Hill in Sugar Hill and hit fast forward. This is what I saw and heard.
Sorry you can’t experience the black flies, though …
In the waning days of autumn, winter is settling in for a spell. Convenient, too, since Christmas is bearing down.
What had been a Christmas tradition for a few year had fallen off … paying a visit to Santa’s Village in Jefferson, NH to see the lights. My friend and I revived it this cold afternoon and in the interest of staying warm, I left my camera at home.
But I did have my iPhone, which was a good thing because the lights, the landscape and the season needed to be captured tonight, as the moon looked on.
Moonrise over the Presidential Range
The full moon, and it will be a super moon (but really, aren’t they all?) come up Monday, but I went out to catch it this afternoon out in Bretton Woods, figuring there would be a supporting cast.
Snow-covered mountains? Check!
PS: I’ll be displaying my photography and some mixed media works at Crafts at the Capitol next Saturday and Sunday (11/19-20) at the Capitol Center of the Arts in Concord! I’ll have calendars and photographs that are perfect holiday gifts.
As bright and sunny and awesome as yesterday was, today … not so much. But it was no less fun grabbing the camera and heading out on back roads threading through Franconia, Easton, Bath and Lyman.
Any fashionista worth her weight can tell that a good neutral color like, say, gray, can really pop any color. And so it is with fall foliage. Oh, sure, I would have traded anything for a clear blue sky and sunshine today, but it was a gray and that’s ok.
Easton Valley, Franconia
Swiftwater (a village in Bath)
I couldn’t finish work fast enough today because it was a beautiful fall day and the foliage here in the White Mountains is at peak.
But being that it’s fall, the sun sinks early and even earlier when it drops behind the mountains. So I scooted around Sugar Hill, so named because of the abundance of sugar maples there, happily shooting away.
Honestly, if I have to choose an hour in an entire year that I look forward to, it’s this one. I can’t get enough of these colors.
Last light at The Rock Estate, Bethlehem
Mount Cleveland from Lovers Lane, Sugar Hill
Mount Washington from Route 117
Mount Lafayette from Lovers Lane
NH Route 116, Easton
Now that it’s fall, we’re out and about leaf peeping. This year, like last, the colors have been slow in coming on, but in the past couple of days, they’ve downright popped in places.
It’s been hard to gauge in the past week because of the sunshine, which can bleach the landscape. Today, though, the sun was nowhere to be found and without the competition, we could tell that indeed, autumn is falling.
In the weeks leading up to foliage season, everyone has an opinion about when – and if – the colors will come out. They do. Every year. Whether the summer has been hot or cold, dry or wet, the leaves change color. And they change fabulously.
And this year, the reds are gorgeous. You should go see them.
Sugar Hill, NH
The Harvest Moon actually comes up tomorrow, but the sky will be dark, so out we went tonight.
The sky was cloudless, the moon was bright and the temperature crisp. And you can’t help but humming …
But there’s a full moon risin’
Let’s go dancin’ in the light
We know where the music’s playin’
Let’s go out and feel the night.
(Thanks to Neal Young.)
Life has gotten in the way of getting out with my camera lately. Blame it on work and weather and an itty-bitty lack of inspiration.
So I grabbed the camera and my dog and took a spin around the neighborhood. The mountains were pretty, but while meandering along a back road, where the trees’ full canopies bend over the pavement this time of year, I drove by a break in the woods … and nearly kept driving.
I turned around after a mile or two; the glance I gave it caught up because it deserved a capture. I don’t know where the road goes, but in this particular moment it didn’t matter. The light, the hues, the end of a day and conclusion of a week … it was all right there.
For a moment.
Bath, population about 1,000, still has some deep agricultural roots. It also has some beautiful views. Together, the combination makes for some very pretty photographs.
The horse was a sturdy and curious fellow; the red-wing blackbirds were playful; and the barn … the barn was lovely.
For the second day of July, the weather was comfortably cool and dry, so there was no haze. We’ll take it.