raveling in a car on back roads one Autumn morning, I decided to shoot images through the undefrosted window. What emerged was quite another perspective of the New England countryside.

Had I wiped away the condensation, the images would certainly have been more recognizable and even a bit redundant as simply familiar picture postcards of autumnal vistas we’ve seen countless times.

But in the abstraction I discovered a different journey, one that passed through an inner landscape.

“As Autumn deepens,” writes the philosopher Marv Hiles, “the sky opens out, the canvas of our imagination spreads, and we are left to wander back over our lives. Autumn is the Tao of seasons: a time to release everything.”

Even the perceived view as we follow twisting roads.