“Red sky in the morning”
“Shepherd’s warning.”
It may have been true, in the old days, back in England.
The New England saying is:
“If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.”
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We set off to see what we would see. The provisional destination was The Salem Art Works which we had visited in the Spring.
It’s location atop a steep hill affords great viewing.
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Salem is an easy trip, but the driver thought a trek across unknown country would be more fun.
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No sooner off the main road:
Wild turkeys.
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Some years ago, *before I had to give up reading books about animals, I enjoyed a wonderful story about wild turkeys.
How’s this for a test of memory: I remembered the author’s name after all this time.
Even more amazing, I was able to lay my hands on the book.
These turkeys were in Florida but ours are the same lovely creatures.
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*There is at least a degree of sadness in almost all books about animals and I found myself becoming increasingly overwhelmed by it.
One of my “triggers”.
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Leaving the turkeys in peace…
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This seemed a good road to follow
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Suddenly a bridge. We could not stop, but the leaves looked so pretty as we flashed past.
For every picture, there are dozens of opportunities missed, any time of year.
One needs a fit young body and a bicycle.
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The area is crisscrossed with streams and rivers and we can seldom stop.
Most lake shores are private property and riverbanks are hard to get to reach on unreliable legs.
There is Carter’s Pond… I must remember to remind the driver!
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Trolling along is most enjoyable.
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Being a bit lost is half the fun
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It isn’t just the colours of Fall that excite me. It’s the shapes and shades and shadows.
And textures…
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The many surprises of it all.
Because each scene is unique and each day, each time of day is different.
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An unusual tree often strikes a chord.
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Or an unusual cloud.
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Cresting a hill…
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to find that the road winds on…
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Ah! More shades of brown…
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Shag barks and stone walls.
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Tiplady Road, Salem, NY.
There is a farm for sale here, that was built in 1765. The name Tiplady, an old English name.
John Tiplady landed in Virginia Colony in 1639.
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We had found Salem, but not that hill.
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Did it matter? Not in the least.
We just followed the road
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Greener pastures!
And golden trees.
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All different, you see!
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The mountains told us we had reached Vermont
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As I’ve said before, being in Vermont feels different.
It’s not just me who thinks so.
People who live there say so too. People who aren’t actually from there.
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The first time I went to Vermont was in the late 80’s. It was in winter and the temperature was -15F/-26C.
It was wonderful.
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It was a lovely weekend with good friends.
Maybe it’s that happy feeling that always comes back.
Anyway, we were in Vermont and Grant even knew suddenly exactly where we were. A very nice place…
Thank you, Carolyn, for todays snapshots of the trees. You follow the old saying that if you don’t know where you are going, any road will take you there.
Joanna
I love your photos! There are so many details: houses, landscape, wild turkeys, roads, beautiful trees, clouds and so on. By the way in Finland older people have forecasting the weather from red clouds: Evening redness raises the wind, morning redness wets the shirt. In other words if clouds are red in the morning, it might rain during the day 🙂
Driving for the sake of pleasure is enjoyable on such deserted roads. I fear Vermont in winter would be far too cold for my taste.
Best wishes, Pete.
I don’t like feeling cold and was miserable at boarding school in England but the intense cold of Vermont and even here sometimes is different. It is invigorating!
I haven’t enjoyed such a lovely virtual drive in a long time! The rivers, green hills and different autumn coloured trees – everything is just so amazing. I think I’m going to watch your ride again (this time from the end to the beginning) … and I might get lost, but it won’t matter, it’s just so beautiful 🙂.
A wonderful journey which I thoroughly enjoyed!