The eastern states of the United States come alive in a fiery fall display of colors that rivals the southwest in variety and scale. I remember visiting aunts and uncles in New England as a child and being mesmerized by the pink glow of sugar maples in the morning mist. It is memories such as this that brought me back to photograph. I have coming back since 1994 to recapture some of these memories. Some of the results are below.
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