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Here’s my take on fall foliage. Sure, I could drive to Letchworth State Park and take eye-popping images of pure, massed foliage images, unadulterated by human interference. But that’s not how I roll. My favorite leaf peeping takes place on the rural roads of Western New York, where the oranges, reds, and yellows are interspersed with old barns, rickety shacks, pumpkin stands, rusting trucks, ramshackle cemeteries, and all manner of detritus one finds on the less traveled byways around here.
On a recent trip down one of my very favorite local roads, route 104, which runs between Niagara Falls and Rochester, I didn’t see a huge abundance of foliage, but there was a decent amount, along with some very picturesque old structures, including several cobblestone houses, for which the road is famous. These date back to 1825; the stones were rounded into cobble by glacial activity. The only Cobblestone Museum in the world is here and it houses a parsonage owned by Horace Greeley.
Otherwise, there are old farmhouses and barns, their peeling paint blending perfectly into the rather bleak landscape. I was going too fast to investigate a front lawn that had, instead of pumpkins, dozens of largish yellow rubber ducks. I’ll return.
The only problem with photographing a domestic landscape like this is that you run the same risks as the mailman. A huge black dog leapt out at me, barking furiously, and was almost at my throat before his owner called him back. I guess he was guarding the woodpile I was photographing.
This is why I live in the city.