3 Red Barns

Took a drive to Edson today, to check out the site for an upcoming wedding. The weather was determined to trick me into thinking it was spring. It ALMOST worked. I wanted to believe!

On the skedaddle out there, I spied, off in the distance, 3 red barns. 'STOP!! STOP THE CAR!' I shout. No luck, with a giant truck trying to make his way into my trunk, it was impossible. We continued on, as I suspiciously eyed the divided highway, plotting how I would climb through the snowbank to snap this great shot on the return.

About 2 miles down the road, 3 more red barns!!! Again, a truck (not the same one, the original offender had long since pulled out and passed with the furry of raging hurricane) was way to close to negotiate stopping!

I can't tell you how dismayed I was when about half and hour later, there was again on the highway, no less than 3 red barns, straight in a line, off in the distance. The contrast of the red barns, the white snow, the blue sky. Utopia.

And then...
A stupid tailgating truck!

So...the rational person I aspire to be says...'Its ok, if there are no less than 3 sets of 3 red barns heading west, there will definately be some on the way back....'

The moral of the story is:

Only when headed west do people paint their barns red. Not a red barn in site headed east.

This should explain why you are not looking at the shot that I have stored carefully in my mind. Sometimes I wish I was a painter!