“Does the wheel of the seasons turn more brilliantly than in New England.
Winter’s blankets of white, the long-awaited buds of spring
accompanied by the run of maple sap,
summer’s bouquets, and the magnificent palette of autumn:
all are feasts for the senses, and lead to the characteristic New England feeling
of existing in tandem with, and often at the mercy of, the great forces of nature.”
– Tom Shachtman
[did I mention we drove to the top of Mt. Washington? More photos to come…]