Autumn in New England

Whispers of Autumn: New England’s Painted Silence
There are seasons that speak softly, and then there is autumn in New England — a season that whispers in vibrant tones. The trees burn with colour as if lit from within; crimson, gold, and amber dance in the crisp air, painting the hills in fleeting perfection. On winding roads — sometimes alone, sometimes with friends — I wandered through this living gallery, each moment a brushstroke of nature’s finest art. This photo essay is a quiet homage to that ephemeral beauty, a collection of stolen glimpses before the leaves surrendered to winter’s embrace.