New England Wild Apples I
New England Wild Apples II
I love wild apples, and these were growing along side the roads, neglected, and gnarled, and grumpy looking. Yet even with their forlorn look, and lost care, they produced some yummy apples. The foliage was so beautiful as well.
I love wild apples, and these were growing along side the roads, neglected, and gnarled, and grumpy looking. Yet even with their forlorn look, and lost care, they produced some yummy apples. The foliage was so beautiful as well.White Mountain Fall Foliage 2010
We were in the White Mountains today, and they were gorgeous! They have peeked in a lot of the areas, but there are still a lot of color. I love birch trees. Their brilliant white bark, set a sleek contrast with the dark evergreens, and bright colors.
Below is a photo I was lucky enough to catch in the fading light. The golds were brilliantly reflected in the water and the white of the fallen birch reminded me of the old bones of a forest, showing their age.
Fallen Birch and Reflected Colors
These are some of the photos I will be painting when I return home. We still have over a week to go. Tomorrow we explore more of my favorite White Mountain, Fraconia Notch and Crawford Notch areas. Then off on Wednesday to the Maine coast, with a focus this year on Bar Harbor area, and Acadia National park.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing my photos and trip with me. I do offer photos for sale, as limited editions to frame and some as reference photos for artists. Contact me if you are interested.
Please stop by my website, my blog, or my AIG or DPIAG galleries to view paintings for sale.
I try to take the time every day to stop and look at something small, a view overlooked by others, or the very obvious spectacular view that cannot be missed. But take a moment out of every day, and give thanks for all we have been blessed with, it's beauty, splendor, and wonder. It is a perfect fit, has a reason, a purpose, and a role to fulfill. Just like us!
Enjoy your journey in life, my friend.
"It was Indian summer, a bluebird sort of a day,
As we call it in the North
Warm and sunny, without a breath of wind.
The water was sky-blue,
the shores a bank of solid gold." ~Sigurd Olson
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