I am a leaf chaser. I have been known to drive my travel companions nuts looking for that perfect aspen grove or maple patch. This is a first blush of fall in Central Park. I didn't see leaves turn color until I was eighteen. Now every fall, I go on little pilgrimages in big cities or forests. I take my leaves slow and sometimes I miss the perfect time when they peak. But there's always something magical for me to see even if they are mostly green.