It’s Saturday morning and I’m setting out for the most secluded area in
. The leaves are turning yellow and have taken on a shimmering orange characteristic. Two hours in, telephone poles and street signs become a memory. Homes are miles apart and generally built from carefully notched logs. Each yard prominently contains a rectangular patch of upturned soil from large summer gardens of farm fresh vegetables. There is quietness to the air. Temperatures are cool and crisp. I’m out for foliage photographs in the Rangeley region, God’s Country. Maine
The scenery stretches for unknown miles. I don't see a telephone line or street lights. Hell - I can't even find a house from where I stand; God's Country.
Time to head home. We'll return to Rangeley again on another day.