Softly the evening came with the sunset – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have found my way back to this amazing old house once again. This time the wind was howling, chilling me to the bone as I captured the last few minutes of golden sunlight as the sun rose over the horizon. Abandoned in Rural Saskatchewan […]
I made my way up the stairs gingerly, as to not go through the old wooden stairs, to obtain the bedroom shot. The howling wind made the decaying roof timbers creak and moan as if the house was alive. The entire experience was quite unnerving, […]
This empty farmhouse still stands in the field, devoid of human life. I’ve asked myself if in its time this now desolate place was once a happy, loving home. If only the walls could talk, I wonder what memories they would reveal.