October is a bittersweet time for baseball fans. A long and sometimess difficult season comes to an end with the excitement (and often disappointment) of the postseason. We hate to see it go, but to be free of our rooting obligations is also a kind of liberation. There’s no greater consolation, whether your team’s been eliminated from play or just taken one on the nose in a tough game, than the splendors of autumn, especially in the northeast. We’ve been travelling the byways of the Berkshires this holiday weekend, an area that straddles the rooting borders of the Yanks and Sox. Whatever our allegiances, we all share an extraordinary natural patrimony. And I swear, the last photo in this series was found as is…..
Gourds mean Halloween is soon to come.
Sometimes trees remind me of abstract painters. This one reminds me of Pollock.
This one, too, in a Full Fathom Five kind of way.
This one made me think of Barney Newman.
Apples. Pick ’em!
A man on a tractor.
A girl with a lolly. (Ain’t she cute? That’s Little Miss YF.)
And a good portent for next year. And no, I didn’t paint it.