Burton Hill Rd passes under mature sugar maples during fall in Northern Vermont. Morning mist creeps from pastures along the road while the plastic lines used to collect maple sap in the spring hang waiting the first run six months out. I love these backroads, lined with venerable, old trees, and the way leaves under the canopy seem to glow as they begin changing color.
This is a true 2:1 panorama offered as a print and also on ready-to-hang aluminum.