Though still two plus days from the true beginning of autumn, I've found that in certain environments, color doesn't wait for the calendar to switch.
This morning I began my annual persuit of morning light and autumn foliage. There is something really special about a misty, frosty and crisp morning. Perhaps it's the chill itself, or the silence, muffled by the life's slowness to stir. Perhaps its the anticipation of the coming rays of light that still bring considerable warmth this time of year. Perhaps it's simply the explosion of colors masked by the cloak of green all summer. Whatever it is, I look forward to photographing this season all year.
This morning I shot Ponemah Bog in Amherst, NH, the place that nearly killed my camera this past June. I arrived before 6AM to heavy mist and light frost. A great way to begin autumn!
Canon 20D w/Sigma 18-200 @ 30mm
1/6 @ F14
5 Stops of GND