Here in the Upper Valley region of Vermont and New Hampshire around the Connecticut Rivers and in the foothills of New Hampshire’s White Mountains and valleys of Vermont’s Green Mountains, there are so many dirt and gravel back roads to lose one self.
For a photographer chasing the brilliant changing leaves of Autumn foliage season, that brief time each fall when the forests explode with reds, oranges, yellows and green, these back roads can be a gold mine for finding compelling landscape subjects.
Hundred year old wooden barns, stone walls stacked by farmers no doubt cursing their “rock crop” as the plowed the thin New England soil and later turned to raising sheep until the Australians killed that market and they sent their daughters down the valley to work in the mills making fabric and the factories along the river making rifles.