The Year Takes Its Time
Leaves remain after the snow arrives. Water moves beneath the ice. In the woods and lakes of the Northeast, one season is rarely finished before another begins.
What Autumn Lets Go
Leaves loosen from the trees and gather with lily pads on dark water. Across two views, the season forms a new arrangement close to the surface.
Along the Evening Shore
Riders follow the lakeside path; a pavilion stands above the water. The two photographs hold a passing movement and a place to remain within the same evening landscape.
Along the Evening
Riders follow the narrow path between autumn foliage and the lake. Their passing gives the still shore a slow, measured rhythm.
A Place for the Evening
A pavilion stands beside the lake at twilight. The shore gathers around this small place from which to look outward.
Immersive
Autumn leaves dissolve in the ripples, color loosening into the water until the surface turns with them.
The Height of Autumn
A broad trunk rises from fallen leaves, with smaller trees gathered behind it. Autumn occupies the wood at every height.
Through the Near Branches
Bare branches cross the view of an island bright with autumn. Mist opens a distance between what is close enough to touch and what remains across the water.
Under a Season
Autumn spreads overhead. The canopy turns the act of looking up into a way of standing within the season.
Near Bank, Far Color
Boats rest at the bank, while a small tree stands before the colors across the lake. Water joins the near and far shores through their reflections.
The Boats Stay Here
Two rowboats rest below the autumn trees. Their reflections settle beside them, held close to the bank.
A Little Nearer
A small yellow tree leans before the lake and the far bank's autumn color. Its reflection brings that distant brightness a little nearer.
The Last Leaves Find a Line
A few leaves remain among ice and bare branches. Seen together, their scattered color becomes a path the eye can still follow through winter.
The Leaves That Remain
A few leaves keep their rust color among ice-covered branches. Winter has arrived around them.
A Thread Through Winter
Yellow leaves follow a slender line through the dark branches. The eye moves with them, finding a passage through the tangle.
The Wood Makes Room
A young tree holds its orange leaves in the dim forest. Around its slight branches, the larger wood recedes into mist.
A Room Across the Water
A small cabin stands on the far shore. The lake carries it closer as a reflection, keeping the distance intact.
What Winter Leaves Moving
Ice gathers into columns beside the falls. Through the frozen shapes, a thread of water continues downward.
Before Autumn Has Gone
Snow bends the branches above a path scattered with red leaves. The next season arrives while the last is still underfoot.
A Clearing Made of Water
Water descends through ledges covered in fallen leaves. Its pale course opens a passage through the colors of the forest floor.
Beneath the Soft Edges
Snow rounds the stones along a dark stream. Water moves between their softened edges, carrying winter's shapes in its surface.
The Tree Returns as Water
Fallen wood lies against its reflection. Beyond it, a narrow band of autumn crosses the lake, joining the near branches to the distant shore.