This covered bridge may be in Oregon, but it reminds me so much of Massachusetts.
I wish I'd taken more time back then to appreciate both the bridges and the leaves. I used to get terribly impatient come October, stuck behind 'leaf peepers' on my way to work. But now I completely forgive all those slow-driving, leaf-peeping tourists and simply long to return as one myself!
In the meantime, I'll continue sifting through my pile of russet and orange pieces, dreaming of New England in England.