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.