Autumn in New York is a song, and a splendid experience. The "other" state park I often visit and have regularly photographed is Harriman SP...a large and gorgeous tract that includes a segment of the Appalachian Trail. On Columbus Day, I spent some very pleasurable time walking a hilly, quiet road there schlepping the P67 kit and a pod. It was both good exercise, and a rich visual feast. Some leaves were in mid-turning, while others were in their full fall splendor. The air was neither warm, nor crisp, but luxuriously comfortable, and dry enough that the well-earned sweat of climbing steep sections of the road evaporated quickly.
It's always a conundrum deciding where the two dimensional, graphic scene that can actually be photographed parts from the total visceral experience that "being there" inspires. Only a great deal of experience can inform that judgment. I think the photographs below manage that well, but I'll assess them again later when a good deal more time has elapsed.