The other weekend we went to a family get together in rural Alberta. The hall we camped at used to be a school, the school my dad went to as a kid. The building has since been expanded, renovated, running water added, a furnace, kitchen, all the perks we take for granted these days.
Across the field, where many a soccer/frisbee/softball/football game are played, is a small hedgerow between the hall property and the adjacent farm field. In the trees lies the old teacherage, where the school teacher lived. It’s slowly sinking into the ground (if I tried to walk through the door without ducking, the frame would hit me in the eyes – an interesting experience for a short person like me!), one wall is gone, and the roof is collapsing.
But there’s something almost magical about it, something I can’t quite put into words.
1/60 sec at f/11, ISO 200 – Sony a55
1/80 sec at f/9.0, ISO 200 – Sony a55
Danica Staudt Photography 