Fall in the Green Mountains

I'm staying in Woodstock, Vermont, a classic New England town with old, tidy homes, a funky, even foofoo downtown, and at this time of year, glorious fall colors.  These trees are right on the main drag, highway 4.

Woodstock is known for its elegant homes, most dating from the 19th and early 20th centuries.

Like most New England towns, Woodstock has a fine town green.

This covered bridge in Woodstock is fairly new...built in 1969 to replace an old steel span that had been in place since 1877.  This bridge is constructed of Douglas Fir, imported from Oregon...which has about 100 covered bridges of its own.

The impressionists would revel in the Vermont countryside during autumn. 

Flaming red maples contrast with golds, greens, blues, and whites.

I stopped in the town of Brandon.  They're having some kind of a festival where everyone puts up these scarecrow type things.  A wee bit spooky, actually.

Blow this pic up and it almost looks pointillist.  Come to think of it, digital photos are made up of pixels, each of which captures a point of light.

I love the shades, colors, and the mosaic of the branches here.  It's very stimulating in Vermont this time of year!  The weather is crisp and refreshing; and the colors are uplifting and inspiring.