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amazing to me how much the trees are changing every day now. We notice
the difference every morning during the drive to work, and even on
the afternoon drive home, if just from the change in lighting. Some
trees are dreamy and pastel, while others stick out like psychedelic
sore thumbs they are so bright and brilliant. |
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We
timed our leaving Portland with the turning of the leaves. We
wanted to be drenched in the colorful leaves, so we headed to
New Hampshire and drove down the Kancamagus Highway, a scenic
drive through the White Mountains offering some of the best
leaf peeping spots in the area. |
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The
morning we left Portland and headed toward the White Mountains was
cloudy and breezy. Once again, what my limited mind perceived of
as being negative (not having blue skies) turned out to be a blessing.
With no competition from a sunny sky, the trees really showed off.
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Don
said he had heard that photographers prefer to shoot the trees
on cloudy days because the colors look crisper. So I became
grateful for the clouds and the breeze blowing just enough to
shoot the leaves across the highway like chips of cracked rainbows.
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With a windshield
as big as mine, at times it looked like iridescent snow flurries
- some were brazen while others offered just an ethereal, translucent
hint of color - an absolutely amazing sight!
I have never
been so thankful for the gift of sight than I have been during this
trip. The drive through the changing foliage was one of the most
incredible and unforgettable things I have ever seen in my life.
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I
began to wonder if God got tired of hearing me say thank you... |
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