Coming around the bend this morning, on my way to Tucker farm for a date with a handsome three year old named Dart, I ran into a roadblock. Well not exactly. I rather thought the roadblock might run into me.
I slammed on my brakes and jumped out of my car with my camera in hand….shaking my head…muttering, “Oh Brother.” (love to mutter)
I recognized these roadblocks. In fact a few years ago I corralled these very roadblocks. They live on the other side of a ridge, in the next valley over from the funny farm. Twice that day, the owners, including four kids of varying sizes, had to come get their roadblocks and lead them home.
They sure were beautiful this morning. I had to have some fun shooting these guys before I found someone to call the owners.
For Photos of the Day…sometimes they run right in front of me!!!
Here is what I drove up on. This is when I said, “Oh Brother….I know these roadblocks.”
Are the roadblocks headed my way? I know they are friendly…
Wait a minute…they are not roadblocks….they are rush hour traffic…in a mighty big rush!!!
I had a strong urge to get out there and run with them…
Well maybe I did…
I could hear them…WE ARE FREE!!!!
CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!!
WHAT A SHOW IT WAS!Ashe County roadblocks and rush hour..now that’s country living!
…on my way home, it was good to see the roadblocks were safely back in their pasture… behind a mangled gate.