Beauchamp Point (Autumn Leaves)

“There’s no bad weather, only improper clothing,” we northerners like to say. While that’s true, it sometimes takes time to adjust to the shifting temperatures. By the start of November, we’re togged out in winter gear but a few hours in the cold air and we’re chilled through.

But the low light of fall and winter makes it worthwhile. It rakes through the trees, picking out every leaf in detail, a panoply of green and gold, red and orange. Shadows angle across the gravel road, and the woods is utterly still, except for the occasional flutter of a falling leaf.

One week later, this was snow-swept, but at that moment, it was paradise.