By all accounts, it has been an especially colorful Autumn in the Adirondacks, an opinion that was not lost on Producer Derek Muirden, who spent just two hours one morning last week in the woods behind his house to enjoy the awesome pallet of Autumn. (Borderless North)
Muirden’s “Autumn Tome” is a tranquil meditation on the passing season. It’s particularly poignant now with most of the leaves gone from the trees and ice crystals frosting the ground many mornings.
I tip my proverbial hat to Derek Muirden and the Borderless North team for another inspiring post. I hope that it will motivate you to celebrate or memorialize the end of autumn and the arrival of winter. Consider shooting your own video or photos capturing autumn’s dramatic arc. Or sketch, paint, write up a scene to share with your Essex on Lake Champlain neighbors! We’d love to see what you create…
Until then, here’s a glimpse at a few of my Adirondack autumn posts in recent weeks.
“Empowered by ever more ubiquitous social media, city friends pop in daily to ask, “Have you hit peak fall foliage? yet?” I post photos. I opine. I celebrate leaf piles and compare this season to past seasons… Autumn in the Adirondacks. Peak or not, it’s simply spectacular in that crisp, Technicolor way that leaves no doubt that I’m alive and alert and thrilled with both…” (Essex on Lake Champlain)
“The gingko leaves had transformed from green to brilliant golden in the last few days, so I have been anticipating their fall, but the change is so stark and so sudden each year that I can’t help but stop and wonder about this mysterious tree… Why (and how) does this prehistoric species retain its chlorophyll-rich leaves so much later than other deciduous trees? And why do gingko leaves drop so suddenly, so precisely — the entire vast canopy shed in a matter of hours — after a deep frost?” (Rosslyn Redux)
“The flat light desaturated autumn’s cacophonous palette, rendering a landscape more nuanced than the scenes typically conjured up on postcards, calendars and television cutaways. This was especially true in higher elevations of the High Peaks where damp leaves and wispy mist intensified my melancholic, almost nostalgic longing…” (Rosslyn Redux)
“I’m not 100% certain I saw an indigo bunting. The size and general description in our bird books were spot-on, but the coloration was considerably darker than the flashy blue in the illustrations. And I realize that the beginning of November is late in the migration calendar for an indigo bunting to be spotted this far north…” (Rosslyn Redux)