It was late afternoon when I ran into a little road congestion.

I slowed for the low rider.

A wagon load was rushing for the hidden drive.

A youngster was looking at his new shoes.

A family on a walk gawked as we got closer. Friendly folk.

A horse was pushing a wagon down the road.

Mary’s little lamb had to go: all four of them.

A barefooted wagon gingerly made its way to where fence, road, and sky meet on the horizon.

A family crossed the road on its way to their algae decorated home.

And as I came around the corner I realized that I had a golden opportunity to take one more picture.