People do go on about the glories of changing seasons. By the time I got to New England, the leaf-peepers had mostly pept and left, but there was still a little fall glory left over around Boston, witness this pic. We walked down a river path from Brookline, a park that had been designed by Frederick Law Olmsted, the guy who designed Central Park in NYC and wrote a lovely book about travel in the antebellum South [I commend to you this book]. Anyhow, there were still a few piddling leaves yet to fall or recently fallen, and I enjoyed looking at them. The fiery red is sugar maple. I walked down the street where my friend lives and gathered up a few leaves to bring home to my wife. We walk by the glorious display of leaves here on **Adrift when we walk to the post office; it's on a sorry Chinese tallow over on the bayou bank.
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Was myself up in Delaware around the first week of this month and saw a most splendid display. I probably seemed fairly strange to those yankees, as I was steadily taking pics to bring back to the family. The foliage up there is simply amazing but I gladly left it to come back to good ol' Texas.
Not to mention that it was stony black dark by 5 in the afternoon and the sun never showed itself while I was there. A nice place to visit but you wouldn't wanna …
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