The film making women arrive tomorrow and I’m kind of shy, nervous and excited. Elizabeth noticed my rural ruins photos on Flickr and emailed me about going out with her and a location manager to see some of the houses. She wants to use a crumbling old farm house in a film.
Tonight she sent four photos which I have taken as sites she has picked out to see more of.
I wish there was a perfect pill or at least a skinny pill I could take tonight. They are both from Toronto, likely skinny and well dressed types. I’m the blobby potato who made apple pie with her Mother yesterday. Sometimes I just get tired of looking like me. Though I do like my hair, even though I’ve come to the stage of having to colour away the greys.
Anyway, tomorrow I will meet Elizabeth and we will go out touring around. I must remember to charge up the battery on my camera. It should be fine but will not hurt to make sure it is fully charged rather than wish I had done it when it starts to get low tomorrow.
So, no, I won’t be a star but maybe one of the houses I have visited will be in a great Canadian film. Coming soon to a theatre near you…
Quote from BlueMountainMama‘s blog post:
“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it—the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” -Andrew Wyeth
This is kind of how I feel about the abandoned farm houses when I am am there, seeing them and getting photos.
The CopySix blog has a really great post about urban exploration, the end of civilization and why those things interest some people, like myself. I wrote a comment, trying to put into words why I like the old, abandoned farm houses so much.
For me it’s something about the people who built the places and how they had so much promise, hope, potential and now are left to the elements. I like to see both the man-made and the nature made as they come together. I love the old wood, stone and iron work and the way the trees, vines and wildflowers gather back in around. My favourite abandoned farm houses are those well seasoned, weathered ones. Reminders of what was, kind of a mystery, something forgotten. I think about it’s past yet also see it for the present. It’s like a courage, or strength to see those old places surviving the elements. Giving up parts and pieces of themselves to the battle yet still not fading out to nothing, not yet consumed by nature and the elements.
Not sure how this will work out as I have not done a lot between my photos on Flickr and this blog, but for the Thursday Thirteen here are 13 of my photos of abandoned farm houses taken in various locations in Ontario, Canada.
At the end of my rainbow is a pot of gold and a derelict, weathered and seasoned farm house.
This house was along #89, not far out of the town of Conn. This was a house I had seen along the way to meeting Pete.
The window frame/ ledge is made of pebbles. Really nice. I also noticed the kind of ridges they have halfway up the wooden walls. Too bad Pete wasn’t there to get a look inside. This one wasn’t a total ruin yet. I’m sure it was abandoned, the drive way was weedy, yet not bad if you were driving farm machinery into the fields in back of the house.
Derelict, abandoned, ruined buildings, places or things in rural Ontario. Old farm houses, abandoned commercial buildings, ghost signs, old signposts, whatever you stumble upon as you travel around Ontario.
The farmhouse was quite far back from the barn and shed, without any kind of path or road to it I couldn’t get closer. I didn’t want to walk through the field and muck up whatever was planted there. Also, as usual, I wasn’t wearing good footwear for walking through mud, prickly weeds and whatever else inhabited the area.
The farm was off a side road outside of Cookstown. I noticed it when we were driving on the #400. It is visible from the highway if you are looking for a dark old house in a field. The house is nearer the highway than the side road I drove to get there. Maybe the house was approached by the road which was once the highway, before it became so huge and cut off the old farm.
I would have liked to see more of the house. I drove around looking for another backroad but only found a road which ended at the highway, no exit. Maybe someone else with big boots to trek back there will get more photos.
A white farm house with a black barn in back. Still had a satellite dish on the side of the house. It hasn’t been empty as long as some others I’ve seen. Likely the Honda plant bought the land as they are building extensions and changing the roads even to accomodate car manufacturing and traffic from all those employees.
I found a red plastic kid’s size shovel just off the driveway of this house. I left it there but it wasn’t at all damaged. Not much other stuff around.
The grass is all overgrown and really pretty. It would make grass lovers nuts, itching to cut it and manicure it into the perfect lawn. But, I already think it’s perfect. It fell over itself in waves, smoothed down by the wind and rain. It shows up in some of my pictures.