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
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.