Fall in Alberta is an odd time. You know that winter is coming and that fall is a prelude to the harshness of cold and snow and the reality that you may not be on a bike again for 5 months. At the same time there is something so nice about fall riding. The bugs are gone, the sun hangs in the southern sky the leaves turn sun yellow and fire red and the air is crisp and clean. You aren't sweating under your gear and uncomfortable. You cherish those last days on the bike knowing you have to soak it all in because it has to last.
Riding down the road having not seen one homestead, one barn or one building to photograph I decided to head home a different way which is kind of a Ghost Ride norm...(leave one way come home a completely different) Out of the corner of my eye I see this lovely little barn sitting in the middle of a field. Normally we don't stop for to many barns but I hadn't photographed any structures today so I thought I would explore. I parked the bike behind some bushes and walked up to the barn where I took a handfull of pictures. A large windrow of huge junipers was behind me.