While I was in Oliver last week, my dad and I went out on a photo shoot. We love to do this and we can get quite competitive. We both take loads of shots of the same location and it is amazing the different kinds of photos we get. Here are a few of mine.
We can both look at something in such different ways and focus on different aspects and shooting angles. When we get home, we load up our memory cards and analyse our results. His photos turned out much better than mine did. He really captured the hazy light just nicely.
This old barn house is so dilapidated. It is a shame it isn't better kept as it is a heritage site. If the town would put a new roof on it, the rest of the building may stand a chance. But maybe it has already become too rickety to be roofed safely.
In all the years I have been visiting this area, I had never before ventured out to the old barn. However it isn't the first time I have seen its likeness.
My Grandfather loved to paint and was moved to commit this aging construction to paper via his paint brush. He gave me this watercolour painting years ago.
It has hung in my house along with others Grandad did. Now this painting is even more special to me as I now can see why he wanted to paint it. The petrified planks are saturated with history and whispers of lives past. Just as Europe has its castles and grand old churches, Western Canada also has historic architecture. Sadly, unlike the Europeans stone and rock edifices, our short history is built of wood, which lasts a much shorter time. If the leaders of this area could be made to see the importance of preserving our historic landmarks then perhaps my grandchildren will have the privilege of hearing the ghosts of the past whisper to their hearts, as they did to mine just recently.
Dad came across this jawbone, maybe that of a deer?
I wonder, could the hoof beat of this critter be amongst those ghosts?
HUH? What KEEP OUT sign?