So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
‘Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for disturbin’ the almighty peace
Judge said “What you got in your defense son?”
“Fifty-seven channels and nothin’ on”
I’m sorry, someone has likely taken this same picture…I can assure you the only person around when I took it today was an old man shuffling down the broken street to meet his equally old friends for a Pilsner at the local watering hole.
It would seem as though a bit of snow has fallen over the Canadian prairies.
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.
A Plymouth and a VW walk into a slough…
There is an abandoned farm down the road from my cousin’s farm. From the road, in a regular car, you can’t see these in the slough, but one day I was in my cousin’s grain truck…and there they were! I trekked out, and here they were, better than expected.
I’m moving in to a new place today. It’s nicer than this place.
A friend said to me the other day, “why don’t you take any pretty pictures?” There is beauty in all.
Someone will be with you shortly.
Tabula Rasa challenged me to post a skool pic. Here’s a tiny, one room Prairie skool house.
Not everything that is abandoned is dark and bleak.
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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.