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Old Buildings

I'm glad I was looking now or I would have missed this gem on the way into the town of Braidwood.  The one below was in the same side yard. What a great trio.


  1. What wonderful old treasures - a photographers delight!

  2. Love the lean on the second one. I always wonder who lived there.

  3. Rust, ditto. And look at those timbers on the lower half of that first photograph. Is that what is known as a 'split shingle'? I suspect that to be perhaps even 19th century.

  4. Split shingle ... not idea.

    Actually it was the timber rather than the rust that captivated my attention plus a two story structure like this is unusual. Or maybe wasn't unusual once and the rest of them got burnt down, fell down or eaten by termites.

  5. I just remembered. Old timers tell me there was a two story structure like this in the backyard of our mountain home. A garage, the driver lived in the upper level. It got knocked down as part of a boundary dispute, apparently it was encroaching on the neighbour's land.

  6. Great old buildings. It looks like you caught them at the right moment. It does not look like they will remain standing for very much longer


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