Closing out the day.
Soothing the fin cuts for a mini-simmons.
Totally not Stoked.
A morning hike and turkey hunt.
November in New England closes out the warm, sun-washed mornings and afternoons, capping off the magic hours that are quintessential to Autumn. It is a month that whisks away the final bliss of Indian Summer days and ushers in the bitter, dreary, winter doldrums. Clear, blue-bird days allow hikers to crunch through the last of the fallen leaves and capture a season-closing excursion before the first frost. Within these photographs I attempted to grasp onto those instances. The backyard workshop becomes the wood stove heated atelier, morning hikes transition to arm-chair traveling, and breakfast at the diner replaces a campfire roasted meal…
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