A school year in northern New England takes us on cyclical journey. We start with the warmth and humidity of late summer, and quickly graduate to the glory of autumn.
 
This is iconic New Hampshire: red maples, russet oaks, yellow aspen.... Light frost on the way to breakfast... the scent of birch from a fireplace... everywhere, leaves.

 
Eventually, mud season will bring rising sap, flowering forsythia and the rush to Commencement, but for now, the sugar house stands in wait.

 
In Field Sceince, students orient compasses to north, the source of our weather and winds for the next five, long months.

 
We'll pay the price for this season's color in long, dark nights, cold winds, snow and monochromes. And speaking of monochromes, here's an image from Proctor in Spain.

 
But let's get back to color. Here's the field hockey team, executing "the wave" in support of a victorious girls' varsity soccer team:

 


While most of us revel in the whole spectrum of autumn, the intrepid crew of the schooner Westward is bathed in blue. Jackson's grandfather buzzed the ship as Ocean Classroom approached Charleston Harbor a few days ago.

 
The ocean's color will brighten to turquoise when Westward enters the Caribbean, but for now, it is a deep sapphire.

 
Back on campus, Myles holds a torch to a steel rod he is fashioning into sculpture.

 
Just a stone's throw to the northeast, Bill Wightman helps Matt with a Recording project, creating a one-minute answering machine jingle.

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Amanda and Jasmine huddle in chemistry.

 
In Slocumb Hall, colorful brushes: