This little (not really LITTLE) house intrigues me. There’s not a single tree surrounding it, which is rare on the Saskatchewan prairie (wind breaks…don’t want to lose that precious topsoil)…and the first time I visited it the front door (devoid of glass) was locked.
The vast Canadian prairies are vast.
A Plymouth and a VW walk into a slough…
I’m moving in to a new place today. It’s nicer than this place.
Someone will be with you shortly.
Abandoned things in Canada seem to be different than a lot of places where my trusty co-horts visit. We don’t have a lot of old factories and things like that where I am. In Canada, specifically on the prairies, it’s abandoned farms.
Farming is in my family…my great-grandparents settled in Saskatchewan and that farm is still in the family today, 112 years later. The families around their farm are long gone, but the reminders are still there..sometimes with personal items inside.
These homes are a sad reminder that life is always moving forward and sometimes things just get left behind. They are gentle giants dotting the prairie landscape.
Oh hey! How’s it goin’, eh? I’m new here…and am the token Canadian in the group.
I met the members of The Sublime League of the Holy Lens in February, when I ventured down to Detroit…I was told I was crazy for meeting two complete strangers in an abandoned factory in one of the most dangerous cities in a foreign country. Well, I’m still here, so take that, nay-sayers!