The photographs of autumn are most populated by the brilliant oranges and reds of the maple trees, and now the leaves have all fallen and are scattered on the rain wet ground. The brilliant white birches stand out against the black trees and the grey rocks that tumbled down the one translucent face of the hillsides. Creeks rill crashing down rocky beds full with the downpour. The tamarack needles are yellow and orange between the dark spruce trees that line the twisting sides of the road. The grass is flaxen against some dried blood red low bushes, and the golden beech trees and golden oaks cast a light that shines out into my eyes. I am caught in wishing for a camera to capture this beauty instead.