Stick Season - Paul Rogers Photography

Paul Rogers Photography • Stick Season Project Homepage


"Shed of autumn's garb,

posturing, a quiet landscape

awaits winter."


~ Paul Rogers

     STICK SEASON, an on-going Vermont photographic project, refers to the leafless season between fall foliage and the first lasting snow of winter. Working statewide during this transitional period (generally the month of November), Vermont native PAUL ROGERS (BFA, School of Photographic Arts and Sciences at Rochester Institute of Technology, 1982) documents natural and man-made landscapes, people, and cultural activities.These photos are his visual observations on Vermont in this season.


    Stylistically, the work tends toward the documentary - including the photographer's choice to neither add nor subtract (or reposition) subjects, either in the scene or in post-production. Some perspective corrections are made in architectural subjects, and some panoramas are merged from multiple images. Please browse his 10 year Stick Season gallery.


    This page is accessible through stickseason.com, but is more user-friendly through paulrogersphotography.com. Thanks for visiting!


     A portfolio of Paul's Stick Season photos was printed in the winter 2014-15 issue of Stowe Guide & Magazine, published by Greg Popa and the Stowe Reporter. You may see it online here (pp. 96-101).


River of Light Lantern Parade, Waterbury, 2011

             Stowe Guide & Magazine on Issuu                                        Vermont Stick Season Sampler


My November Guest, by Robert Frost


My Sorrow, when she's here with me,

Thinks these dark days of autumn rain

Are beautiful as days can be;

She loves the bare, the withered tree;

She walks the sodden pasture lane.


Her pleasure will not let me stay.

She talks and I am fain to list:

She's glad the birds are gone away,

She's glad her simple worsted gray

Is silver now with clinging mist.


The desolate, deserted trees,

The faded earth, the heavy sky,

The beauties she so truly sees,

She thinks I have no eye for these,

And vexes me for reason why.


Not yesterday I learned to know

The love of bare November days

Before the coming of the snow,

But it were vain to tell her so,

And they are better for her praise.


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