October in Vermont: The Painted Forest
Red maple (Acer rubrum) with golden colored striped maple (Acer pensylvanicum), paper birch (Betula papyrifera) and American beech (Fagus grandifolia)
A week of notes from the Vermont forest, where the kaleidoscope of color changes from day to day and hour to hour. Scarlet red maples leaves, now fallen and scattered about the mossy paths, swirl back to life in wild October wind. The bronze-orange beech, honey-colored birch and lingering gold maple leaves transform the woodland to a gilded cathedral;Â striking against cerulean skies…
A cathedral of gilded arches – Sugar Maple (Acer saccharum) leaves
October Sky and Red Maple (Acer rubrum)
Fagus grandifolia: Leafy Gold and Bronze at the Door to the Woodland Pathway
Beech Branch (Fagus grandifolia – American beech)
Lingering Color in the Afternoon Light
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Article and photographs â“’ Michaela at TGE
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3 Replies to “October in Vermont: The Painted Forest”
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I just have to hear the words October and Vermont and my eyeballs start to tingle. It truly is the time the state comes into its glory, and your pictures prove why.
How beautiful.
Don’t you love the scents of autumn too? And the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet?
It is a sensualist’s delight.
Oh yes… How lucky we are to know the change of seasons, and the fleeting pleasures of Mother Nature’s endless cycle. Wait, do I detect the faint fragrance of apple pie wafting from a farm in the hills of upstate New York? There’s a strong wind blowing from the west… Could it be?
xo Michaela