Wanderlust is a chronic illness for which there is no known cure. Treatments range from acceptance and indulgence to denial and deprivation. Every once in a while, a little indulgence really pays. Especially in the fall.
If there is one thing I miss about the midwest, it’s the intense colors of the fall leaves. But, a road trip through Northern Tennessee and Kentucky provided a fantastic surprise. The leaves are amazing here in the South this year. There was one major drawback, however: I didn’t get to take any pictures.
The images in the gallery were taken several years ago in Columbus, Ohio. One of the big problems about wanting to take photos of leaves in Columbus is that it’s really flat. It makes it difficult to find a perspective that really shows off the leaves. It hadn’t occurred to before why everyone goes to Vermont for fall color viewing. Not only does it have more hardwood trees that provide the intense colors we see in the midwest only multiplied, but it also provides lovely mountains completely covered in these brilliant leaves. Until I drove through the Southern version of Vermont today, it had never occurred to me what a difference mountains make, and, specifically, mountains in the East, in how spectacular the color looks. You don’t get that in the Rockies.
I really wanted to pull off the highway, get out my camera and start shooting. I was worried about two things however. First, I was really tired and I wanted to make it back home before I started falling asleep at the wheel. Second, I’m pretty sure the shoulder of a freeway is for emergencies only. Would the highway patrol accept perfect lighting hitting brilliantly colored leaves as an emergency condition? If there would have been an exit with an obvious route to the same view I had from the freeway, I definitely would have pulled over when beams of sunlight burst through dark clouds and highlighted some of the trees on the hillside. Or, when the sun was setting and the light was hitting the tops of the mountains while thick cloud cover above provided the perfect contrast from above.
I started plotting whether I could find time to take another drive on Sunday. But, the sun went down and left me guessing as to how colorful the leaves were as I got closer to home. I was still two hours away when the light faded.
Tisen curled up on the passenger seat and took no notice of the leaves. Maybe it’s true that dogs only see in black and white.