The leaves on this small maple sitting at the edge of the Glencoe Road not far south of the Glencoe Mills Parish Hall are a tribute to its glory: even though there was no sun to illuminate them, still they radiate their brilliant reds (and without any help from post-processing either, thank you very much).
Even by the middle of October, many leaves were either still green or had only begun to turn, as this photo shows, yet there were others that had already passed their peak colours. In the fall, every day is different, even under ideal photographic conditions, as each individual tree follows its own internal choreography for passing from summer to winter.