Ewoks on sale
Along the highway somewhere in Saskatchewan, there are Ewoks on for half price.
First of all, I didn’t even know you could buy a good Ewok here in the middle of the prairies. But there you go.
Just call me the bearer of useless information.
Farm House
Some of the coolest little adventures come from exploring the mundane and everyday. So when my husband suggested taking a little detour on our way home to Saskatoon, for my own selfish reasons, I was all for it- its the photographer in me.
Front door was open
We were straying off the beaten path to visit the house he lived in as a small boy; An old abandoned farm house in the middle of the prairies? Hell ya.
Green grassy prairies in July
Sask. born and raised, I’m no stranger to old farm yards and the abandoned dwellings that scatter our countryside. The prairies are full of them. But this would have some sentimental value and memories. For Brad, because this is where he spent part of his childhood. And for me, reminiscing about the adventures in exploring old abandoned farmhouses as a young girl with my dad.
This dreary rainy day complimented perfectly the lonely emptiness of this deserted house quietly awaiting our intrusion. Pulling into the abandoned yard Brad maneuvered the truck through the bumpy overgrown field, grass as tall as my waist.
The old farm house
Getting inside was somewhat treacherous! I'm going to admit the flip flops and camera dangling from my neck were not conducive to the task. If ever there was a Kodak moment this was it. God bless a patient husband.. There was a slanted plank propped from ground to the door threshold, that was slippery as hell from all the rain, front entry steps long gone.We strategically assisted one another, (insert husband rolling eyes here) in scaling the slippery slope up into the dilapidated front entrance.
The stairs
Some Old technology left behind.
Cracked, peeling, and in need of love. If these walls could talk.
Ceilings caving in, and bird droppings piled high throughout. Broken windows and peeling wall paper. This place couldn't be more perfect, in all its dilapidated splendour.
The pink room- I'm no interior decorator but that curtain might be a little small..
Remnants of a growing family, an old growth chart still penciled on the inside wall of the upstairs bedroom closet.
Brad - He's so proud
Growth chart penciled inside the upstairs closet
I’m having a bit of a small love affair with the windows in this place.
Room with a view - One of the upstairs bedrooms
Another room with a view of the surrounding Canola fields
My partner in crime decided our time was up and so we hit the road. I really do love Saskatchewan in the summer time!
Backroads & rain drops
Happy trails to you... until, we meet, again-