My little old house on the highway is still holding on believe it or not, but during one of our first winter storms this year it took quite a beating in the wind, and everyone who drives by it on a regular basis has been holding their breath ever since. As many of you know, I have been following its progress on my blog, or rather its demise, and you can read my last post and get links to my earlier posts about the little old house here.
On Christmas Eve morning, I headed down the highway towards work enjoying the pink hue of the sky as the sun rose over the horizon. This was only a couple of days after a wicked ice storm had hit southern Ontario, so everything was also covered in a layer of ice and snow and twinkled in the sunlight. As I approached the little old house on the highway, I realized that I hadn’t captured its latest stage, so I pulled over and got to work. It was far too cold to get out my tripod and I was pushing my luck time wise, so I just grabbed a few shots and continued on my way. My heart broke because the poor little house just looked so sad and forlorn, but you have to admit it sure is tenacious!!