It’s the first weekend in October and Bergie’s in Vermont, seeing my breath on a cold morning for the first time since early spring. I’ve been coming up here for about forty years but one forgets how beautiful a place it is. Driving yesterday up route 100 was a sensory experience as well as a memory jogger: driving through Londonderry; picking up my winter jug of maple syrup from the Vermont Country Store; passing the Weston Playhouse where the antique show is being held this weekend; being pulled to a stop by yet another small lake with gorgeous reflections of the mountainside foliage.
I’m here with a small group for four days of field trip photography under the leadership of the renowned Joe Rossbach of Mountain Trail Photo. Should be a great experience. More later.