Twice now, since I have started this blog, I have posted pictures of a little old house that stands beside the highway just south of our town. Now I use the word “stands” loosely because it seems to be barely doing so nowadays. This tiny piece of architecture was probably once a house that its owners were proud of. I know it’s not big and it was obviously never very fancy to look at, but it was somebody’s home – a place to feel safe and sheltered from the many extremes of weather that we can experience in our neck of the woods. Over the years it was abandoned and has deteriorated greatly.
Everyone from the area, as well as people travelling to and from ski resorts and cottages, always watch out for the little, old house to see if it is still there, or if it has collapsed, because it is truly not long for this world. I fully expected it to be gone by the end of winter, and I’m sure it would have been if the winter had not been so mild this year. A couple of heavy snowfalls and I’m sure it would be just a pile of boards. So, we watch and we wait, and every once and a while I stop at the side of the highway for a visit with my tripod and my camera to document its last days.
A couple of days ago, I was driving to work early in the morning and noticed the little house bathed in sunlight at the side of the road. Luckily I had my tripod with me and time to kill before I was due at work, so I stopped to capture the latest stage in the demise of the little house. On the advice of a fellow blogger, not only did I take my normal scenic shots of the house and its surroundings, but I also spend some extra time on close ups of the windows and doors in all their crookedness. Tomorrow I will show you a couple of those shots, but today’s photos are a chronological diary of the steady decline of my favourite little house. The first was taken in October, the second in December, and the final photo is current. One day soon this little old house will be gone, and my drive to work will never be the same.