Evening settles in on the boats anchored in Rye harbor.

Mom and five kids wait for the bus to arrive in Intercourse,Pa. Looks like they are fresh off a shopping trip.

A piece of art hangs outside at a gallery along the street of shops in Rockport Massachusetts.

I really like shooting in the rain,but I hate trying to keep everything safe and dry while doing so. This was taken last night after I had the urge to shoot something fall related. This is a local historic site and I noticed the stone wall on this runoff area had been redone and thought it looked nice with water flowing through as it poured all around me. I would like to say I planned how everything lined up but in this case it was pure luck. I set up my composition before dusk and waited for the light level to drop and after sitting there for a half hour I noticed the two lamp posts on the left were lined up with my flowing water and I thought if only they would light up and reflect in the water. Now I know they had electrical problems with these lights last year and they were not working so I figured it was hopeless but low and behold they come on just when I needed them too. I actually wore hip waders here because I knew I might want to walk up the stream bed and I was glad I had them on.

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This lovely place resembling a castle is actually an abandoned Navy prison in Portsmouth New Hampshire

This is very first scene I shot on my New England trip. When I got here there were a lot of people,so I headed 60 miles north for the afternoon and returned toward dusk to hopefully have the place to myself. Well that plan quickly went south as some lady decides to do a portrait session right in the middle of the mill by the waterwheel. Now I understand it is open to anyone but she shot the same person for 45 minutes and everything she shot was too close to the mill to even include anything but some stone,so she really seemed to have no clue and I was getting close to saying something when she finally packed up. I walked around and lit everything with flash as it started getting dark.

Late evening sun shines a path of light by this church in New England.

I shot this on Saturday evening before the rainy weather came up the East coast. The top photo is what I got by using a thirty-second exposure and letting the fountain spray combine with wind to get the glassy blue water. The bottom photo is pretty much what it looked like to my eye as I was standing there in the near dark to capture this.I like the illumination that emanates from the gazebo and spotlights it nicely as a focal point.

crossing this footbridge seemingly takes you from late summer directly into fall color.

The Kancamagus highway is 32 miles of unspoiled wilderness cutting through New Hampshire and with a little effort, you can see views like this just off the road. Getting this shot required making my way down a 20 foot hill and some boulder jumping to get out into the stream a bit.

Daybreak lights up the sky in this harbor located on the edge of Portsmouth, New Hampshire.There is even a light on in the fishing shack on the island,so perhaps the fisherman is getting ready to head out for the days catch.

New Hampshire is loaded with scenes like this, and one slip and I would have been floating downstream here.There was a 6 foot waterfall just past the boulders.

Several Amish men work hard bringing in the corn crop in Lancaster county.

Birch trees always get my attention when they are mixed in with a fall palette of colors such as this shot taken in New Hampshire.

This pretty stone bridge was right along rt9 in New Hampshire.

This fall scene was right off the road in Northern New Hampshire and the birches mixed with the autumn color were just crying out to be captured. I ended up here after hearing two park rangers talk about one area that was on fire with color,and I ended up behind them on a back road after they gave me directions,and I was itching to get there fast but they were taking their time,so I had to keep my enthusiasm in check.The really funny part was about two hours later I passed them again collecting trash at a rest stop almost 50 miles away and as I pass the lady ranger looks up directly at me and smiles,as if to say I told you so.

I photographed this gorgeous little pond from the roof of the jeep I rented on my New England adventure recently. Parking across the road and using a long lens allowed me to isolate the foliage and reflection without the bland sky to distract.

This is a waterfall along the Kancamagus highway in New Hampshire and I had about thirty seconds to get this shot before another twenty people walked into the shot. When you are in a spot like this , you come to realize that nobody cares if you were there first, want a nice clean shot etc etc,so you just do the best you can. I waited a while till everyone left and I was getting ready to fire a series off when I see a mother and her grown daughter navigating across the rocks as they headed for the big rock in the middle of my shot right beside the waterfall were they proceed to sit down and relax. I was very patient for the first three minutes,but then I started giving them the “you gotta be kidding look” which only seemed to make me more frustrated when they stayed put for another five minutes. If you hang around places like this long enough you will see things that make you scratch your head, like the dad who decided to walk on a ledge that was about 6 inches wide and slippery as all get out with his 8-year-old daughter holding his hand and halfway through the exercise,he realizes this was not the best idea and starts getting a little tipsy as he tries to safely get himself and her back up where sane people are. The water was not raging here but you look at the falls in my shot and imagine you fell in and how sketchy that might become real quick. They were just to my left in the area where the rocks drop into a ravine.

These two images were taken at the same location,except one was taken on top of the bridge and the other facing the opposite direction was taken beneath the bridge.As I get older, I notice I think about the possibilities of getting hurt on my adventures a lot more than I used to and the fact that I had five stents put in this year after a near heart attack is probably a big factor in all that. I am starting to see my athletic ability wane a bit and I find myself more deliberate in my moving about places like the lower shot,where I am going from boulder to boulder and one slip or twist the wrong way,and I am in a bad spot. Consider the fact I was alone on this trip, in northern New Hampshire in places that maybe someone does not notice an empty vehicle for a day or two,and the fact that I don’t always call home each day, and you start to see why I ponder things more. Now don’t get me wrong,I still hiked under the bridge to get the shot I wanted because I would rather enjoy life than let fear dictate things, but I just try to balance the two better these days.The main reason I hiked down under the bridge in the first place was because I thought the yellow tree would be reflected in the water better than the top view,but it was terrible the lower I went,so thankfully it was good looking the opposite direction,making my little descent worth it.

This image was taken on the last day of my four-day trip up to New England and of course it was the best day for foliage that I had the whole trip. I drove 18 hours this day,starting at 5am in the far northern regions of New Hampshire and ended in Pennsylvania at 11pm that night. I was driving rt 9 in New Hampshire and literally stopping every 5 miles because the color and scenery were so nice,and I noticed this bit of color along the creek,so I turned off the road and parked.As I was parking,I noticed a group of three young indian teenagers who were speaking their native language and snapping a few photos and I said hi as I approached,and just as I got past them,a huge stick about 4 feet long and maybe three inches thick flies by about two feet in front of my face? They start laughing and yelling over the edge of the bridge we are on and then explain they had a fourth friend down below in the stream who was trying to hit them. Since I was carrying my camera on the tripod in front of me,I was not very humored by the explanation,which by the way came without any apology. After the stick incident I headed down the bank to the creek below and captured this image that I really like and thankfully I was able to capture such a serene scene.

Two young ladies and a their dog get pulled by the tiny white stallion.