Come the fall, as surely as the geese fly south, I go north. Vermont beckons, and I’m off: with my camera, with or without family/friends in tow, for a day, or a week. It’s an inchoate longing – some unconscious desire – that brings me to those back roads, and at some point I find what I’m looking for, and I’m ready to head back home. This year, “enough” came on the second morning of a planned three day trip, in the middle of shooting this scene.