I was in Kitchener, Ontario recently, which, as you may or may not know, is in the middle of Mennonite country. I grew up back there so I was used to seeing the occasional black buggy clopping down a country road when I was growing up. But it was a beautiful Sunday and my sister and I decided to do a little exploring, starting at Ontario's only remaining covered bridge in Montrose. I was hoping we would get lucky and spot a few Mennonites on the way.
Just as we got to the bridge, a horse and buggy came trotting over it towards us. I grabbed the camera and shot through the windshield thinking it might be my only chance at a bridge and buggy shot. After it passed we pulled over to the shoulder, got out and took some more photos of the bridge, when we noticed a small parade of buggies on the other side of the river, heading over the bridge towards us. Jackpot! One after another came flying by us, the horses's breath streaming behind them. They continued for a good 15 minutes until the bridge was finally quiet. If we had gotten there half an hour earlier or later, we would have missed the whole thing. Could it have been Divine Intervention, intervening, in its, um, divine way? Or just luck? Probably luck, I'm thinking.
More photos here.
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