A Riot of Colors

We've been up at the house last two weekends -- pretty much the peak of the leaf-peeping season.

Whenever John and I drive down 27 towards Hudson he says, "I'm telling you, it's just a riot of colors! A riot of colors, Christina!"

I guess this expression is English (since he is a Brit), but it pretty much makes me break out in giggles every time...which makes it all somewhat a literal translation.

Anyway, these photos were taken on a walk I did in the hood.

UPDATE: John has informed me that, as a Brit, he actually said 'a riot of colours, not colors.'

I wish I could come up with a smart-ass rebuttal, but he's pretty much got me stumped on this point.