I was riding along Route 58 in Riverhead, New York when I saw an interesting wet land area. I parked the car and hiked down into a small glen that opened up into a pond. As I walked along the edge of the pond I noticed a small stream leading to a clearing in the woods. A stump was sticking out of the ground and caught me by surprise. It reminded me of Dante's frozen circles of Hell with the heads of sinners submersed at different levels in the ice. For me this was Hell in Autumn.