| On numerous occasions while traveling across U.S. Route 9
in southern Vermont, I had passed a stand of small white birches in
Marlboro. I said to myself, "I must remember to return to this spot
in the fall. There must be a shot here." Luckily, one fall day I
remembered. I asked the property owner for permission to photograph the
birches. "Of course," she said, "We often have people
stop and take photographs here. This is the best the maple has looked in
years." It was then that I saw the maple tree. (It was not visible
from the road.) What a dramatic display of color! Its branches were
bursting with brilliant red leaves, every one the same radiant hue. I'm
grateful I remembered to return to the birches that day. |
