Albert Camus wrote, "L’automne est un deuxième printemps où chaque feuille est une fleur." If your French is like mine you might want some help. "Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower."
Autumn's splendor is one reason we've made New England our home. For years I embraced fall's beauty, its transition from saturated reds, yellows and oranges to its symphony of muted browns and drying rust colored leaves. Fall is not just a visual treat. We hear it underfoot and smell it in our warm baked goods.
More recently, I've approached fall with a sadness that our trees' foliage and once welcome shade would soon yield to our unkind winters. Camus has given me reason to celebrate it once again. If the second spring is upon us then the first one can't be too far behind.
Although photographed in 2016, this image was first uploaded and edited today, found on a disc in a fall jacket. Apparently, I didn't wear the jacket last year. I recall the day I photographed this. I didn't use my best camera. I didn't use my best lens. Fortunately, fall is forgiving with its beauty. Mother Nature has talents way beyond my own.