GONE FISHING

On Mother’s Day my family wanted to fish!  Works for me, I guess.  I just take a book and my camera.

On this day as my husband drives around searching for the perfect fishing spot,  I search the area for roofs and old buildings.  On our travels through the back roads I spotted this old house.  Not familiar with the area, no maps in hand and no neighboring houses around, all I could get were some road shots.

Its a lovely stone home nestled up against a tree line.  A big brown barn stands out in front.

It wasn’t your standard home.  Rectangular, one-storey.  You can see the bay window on the side and the way the home changes direction off the front entrance.  Lots of corners, windows and doors.  And bricks, not stone.   I imagine it was a beautiful home in its glory.