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IGNACIO LOBOS / ILOBOS@STARBULLETIN.COM
New Hampshire's White Mountains become a palette of color during the fall. But the changing leaves are not the only colorful sights in New England.
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Fall palette
Star-Bulletin assistant city editor Ignacio Lobos just returned from New England, where the season blossoms in festive color
In early autumn, the monochromatic leaves of New England bloom into brilliant yellows, oranges and reds. In this fanciful transformation from brilliant green, the leaves' march to death becomes a colorful celebration of life. By the tens of thousands, leaf peepers, as they're known, travel the highways of New England searching for the right spot,
the one photogenic spot of exploding color, that will be captured by their endlessly clicking cameras.
The colors of autumn are the colors of the harvest. Of Halloween, of the coming winter. Everywhere in New England, pumpkins and squash of all colors, some as dark as the night, compete for attention with the changing leaves, the blooming flowers and fruits.
In Maine, at a state fair, as blue ribbons are passed out to the best tomato, the biggest pumpkin or plumpest pink porker, there's already a chill in the air.
The days are shorter, too. The early morning fog that shrouds the White Mountains of New Hampshire sticks around a little longer, muting nature's colorful displays.
Green gives way to a palette of colors, and the reds, yellows and oranges soon will give way to white, the absence of color, the cold snow that will bury everything in its path.
By the spring, when everything turns brilliant green again, there will be no leaf peepers. A shame, really, to have witnessed death, no matter how colorful it might have been, without witnessing the miracle of birth.
IGNACIO LOBOS / ILOBOS@STARBULLETIN.COM
... and many varieties of squash are sold by the millions from roadside stands.
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IGNACIO LOBOS / ILOBOS@STARBULLETIN.COM
A spectacular sunset is the perfect ending to a day of leaf-peeping in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
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IGNACIO LOBOS / ILOBOS@STARBULLETIN.COM
Lobster buoys in Cape Cod; when business and traffic slow in the fall, they remain one of the most photographed icons of New England.
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IGNACIO LOBOS / ILOBOS@STARBULLETIN.COM
It's easy to enjoy empty beaches in Cape Cod during the chilly early evenings of fall, even amid the remnants of an old pier.
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