The house can be seen as you drive into Cornwall off the 401 going west. From the off ramp it looked so lonely, so forlorn. The inside is completely a mess. Without proper footwear and a hard hat, I wouldn’t venture too far inside.
The area around the house looks like at one time it had been a tended lawn and garden. I’d say a farm-house, the building (that also stands empty) that you drive past to get to this one seems to attest to my thinking, but then? It is a brick building, perhaps when the land was expropriated for the highway, they built further back.. Of course with expansions.. this is no a place for a “home”.. – for sale (land) it would be commercial property now.
I love the old wood, even with age, it has a quiet dignity to it. The homes being built today, I don’t see the same character or get the same feeling of seeing a structure that was built to last, a home for generations.
The basket in the upper right corner, I remember when we would find them at markets filled with fresh farm vegetables. How long ago since the last resident put it outside, perhaps filled with fall produce or an autumn display of bright foliage.
The house has been vacant for some time.. the wild trees, shrubs and grasses have been reclaiming what was once a tended lawn.
Thanks for visiting with me. It was important to me.. to give the house some love attention, maybe one last time.. the new gravel down on the road leading to the area, suggests that something is “in the wind”
Progress so necessary, but at what cost……