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Film Making Women Arrive Tomorrow

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…

Something Waits Beneath

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.

Urbex Fascination from CopySix

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.

Dark Wood 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.