Fall is my favorite time of year and I was happy to have left my desk and laptop behind to scout for a photo shoot I've been planning. With a small bag of red delicious apples swung on my arm, I meandered through patches of morning sun that danced between the trees. I've had my eye on this particular orchard for a few years. I had a vague childhood memory of apple picking from well manicured rows and I was delighted to see that the small farm was just as picturesque as my fuzzy memory recalled. Behind Madison's thoughtful demeanor I found a wildly artistic flair. Highlighting ...