In follow-up to yesterday’s blog, I suppose that part of the mystery of autumn lies in the changing. It is the mystery of Ovid’s Metamorphosis – that something can be one thing now and something else later, that the static universe is, in fact, precarious. So back to reds. The reds in a New England fall come mostly from the Maples. This is why it is hands down most vivid in Vermont where the Maples abound.
The other afternoon, I caught this particular maple at Fresh Pond in the very act of changing. It is as if the finger tips of each leaf was changing before my eyes from verdant green to orange-red. And there is still visible the warm of early fall sunshine glistening on the leaves.
For the most part what I have seen so far are intimate closeup fallscapes like this. The broader views are just forming.
Canon T2i with EF70-200mm f/4L USM lens at 70 mm, ISO 1600, Aperture Priority AE Mode, 1/125th sec at f/9.0 with no exposure compensation.