Finger Lakes, NY.
There's more to New York Wine Country than vineyards. The rich soil of the Ontario plain is conducive to big farms and big agriculture crops, fed and tempered by the microclimates of the lakes. I like to wander the grid work of roads between the lakes, over the hills that climb 600 feet or more before dropping back to the next valley. Such was the case on a gravel road above the east side of Canandaigua Lake in early July. The old oak commanded my first attention--the lemon/lime shades were electric, and I've wondered since if the strange coloration may have come from the obvious mountain of nitrate rich manure piled next to it. This was the centerpiece of the growing fields, each with their own signature colors; outstretched limbs beseeched favor from the heavens on the high ground above the water. It must have worked, as the bounty was already being harvested. But that's the subject of a future post.
Eleven vertical exposures were stitched together for this composition.