The contrast between the golden bursts of trees trying a new dress in the fall and the dark unchanging pine break up the horizon. Fleeing as we travel you can see the river through the leafy gowns, the sky placing matching bonnets of clouds on each tree in turn. The road curves away from the river and the lead gowns give way to asphalt and roads. Under brush curls back from the raw power of cars. The division between man and nature stark and violent.