Autumn, to me, means destinations - adventure and discovery of new places. For the last four years, the season has brought along beside it a trip to the northeast, the best place to spend the fall in my opinion. I grew up there, you know, in New Jersey where in autumn we retrieved our J. Crew sweaters from hibernation and donned duck boots as we raked leaves in the front yard.
In celebration of the best season, I thought I'd share some of my favorite autumn experiences over the last four years. 2005 was when it began. That September, I went on a mother-daughter trip to the glorious state of Maine. Maine is where I officially fell in love with New England - lobster boats and all. Sure, I had visited New England before as a child and teenager - Cape Cod, Massachusetts; Mystic, Connecticut; Newport, Rhode Island. But Maine is in a league of its own. Its anonymous cottages tucked in the woods, sparsely populated fishing towns, and hibernation-inducing winters simultaneously make Maine cozy/quaint and the material of ghost stories. I understand now why Stephen King based so many of his novels there...
Our trip was spent in Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park, and it was a true New England experience. Bales of hay and mums decorating the steps of general stores...restaurants on fishing piers...tea and popovers...tiny towns lit by street lamps and lanterns.
Here are some of my favorite photos from that trip...
only in maine..
roadside autumn
lobster boats in castine
Stunning. Restful. Just how autumn should be. It's why everyone has a love affair with New England, even if they've yet to see it with their own eyes.