I came across this property while traveling on business. It sits about a quarter a kilometer from the side of a concession road, and could easily be missed. Getting to the house was a bit of an effort, as it was surrounded by acres of bean plants that stood about 3 feet tall. Keeping within my own ethical codes, I chose the path to the house that would offer the less disturbance to the site, which wasn't necessarily the shortest path. The long trek in did allow for the excitement of discovery to build. As with visiting all of these properties for the first time, there is a sense of intimidation from the unknown, which was further exemplified by the long walk in and slow approach.

This house was incredibly sound in structure for its age. Its' weathered exterior made for a lot of character.

Approaching the front of the house, it emitted feelings of strong presence.

The front door, which for it's time was somewhat elaborate for a farmhouse. Notice the encasement work, and the pane glass windows which surround the door. The front door was a beautiful piece of hand carved, solid wood craftsmanship.

A view of the right side of the house, showing a second entrance which led to the kitchen.

A view from the rear. Notice the ladders that extend to the roof.

An interior shot which shows the entranceway and grand staircase. The house was littered with debris, as is the case with many of these abandoned homes. I can't understand why people use them as a dumpsite for unwanted items.

A detail shot of the front entrance. Notice the peeling but still present old wallcovering.

The view of the kitchen. The presence of a modern stove indicates that the house was occupied not too long ago. The original cookstove remains. The weight of this old cast iron beast probably made it easier to leave it where it was rather than remove it.

Another interior shot. Notice once again the old wallcoverings.

The barn. Unfortunately it did not remain standing as proudly as the house has, and has collapsed in the middle.

Walking away from the house, not wanting to overstay my welcome. When I got back to the road, I discovered that I was being watched intently by an elderly man in his car. Perhaps he was the owner of the property, and now resides in one of the newer homes on the same concession road. When the inclination to leave hits, follow your instincts, and leave. It's usually for a good reason!

MORE INTERIOR SHOTS TO COME!