1. The Sudbury River

It felt like my own private river.

Sudbury River Gallery

The Sudbury is a small river, beginning in an adjacent town and eventually blending with the Assabet to form the Concord River. By good fortune it was just a few miles from where I lived at the time and so I visited often.

The first image below happened just after an overnight storm. The sun was rising in back of me with a clear horizon and so the trees are beautifully illuminated despite overcast clouds.

To Sudbury River Gallery

2. I-90, the Mass Pike, Weston, Massachusetts

An introduction to the tree canopy.

To Weston Overlook Gallery

Persistance is necessary as is a strong desire to do something well, but Luck is essential. That you found the right place, but that there is a right place and in this situation, a place to park that is not in the breakdown lane. It can be fatal, but to the Turnpike police it is an instant no-no.

Luck also means being able to shoot from the safer side of th guard rail which was essential because I could be there for better part of an hour. And finally, one day permission was required and I sighted a release with the Turnpike Authority. Once I was asked “Do you have permission?” “Yes.” Never again did a Trooper talk to me or even ask to see the permission paper.

Some years later I did some shooting on another Interstate, but that is another story.

Here the challenge was to shoot at different times between mid-late April until mid-May and to catch the trees at different stages of color. Peak color was almost like the fall.