We don't use the south side path up the hill with its sun-bleached, limbless sentinel contrasted against the yellow background, but have to go past it to get to the north side path.
We encounter some red-shirted hikers near the large maple at the bottom of the hill, going slowly enough to make an impression.
Looking straight up at a tree is one of the most common pinhole cliches, but I was attracted to the top of this giant extending above the shadow of the hill into the sunlight.
The sequence I've been following this year, from below...
and from above.
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