Came for the lobster, stayed for the trees.
"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
― Stanley Horowitz

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I finished the lobster bisque. And was full. But I never quite got enough tree time.
My visit a few years back twisted through quaint villages, up inland mountain ranges, and down country roads. Calm lake waters reflected back the blazing colors. We explored these stunning autumn foliage displays and punctuated our tree time with lighthouses, rugged coastlines, and colonial architecture.
But the trees! A glorious blazing overload of colors and textures. Abstract heaven for me.
I'll let you have a quiet moment alone with these photos. They deserve it, and so do you.
So I'm going to be quiet now. Except for the captions. And you can decide to read those or not.
But (whining), please do. Please?