O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild, 
Should waste them all. 
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go. 
O hushed October morning mild, 
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know; 
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf; 
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst. 
Slow, slow! 
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all, 
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

The above is a poem written by Robert Frost and decided it was a perfect fit behind this photo. The real story behind the photo starts at a farm. Benedikt Dairy. I pick up my milk there and was walking out with my camera in hand as I usually have it with me whenever I feel I might find some interesting shots. Farms you tend to find some great shots.

An older gentleman stopped me on the way out and said that if I didn’t mind the drive (only a quick 1/4 away and down a dirt road), I would find a maple tree in full color with the sun hitting it just right.

Me, always being up for an adventure, took the man at his word and headed down the dirt road. It may have been the road not taken by some, but I’m glad I did this day.