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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.

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  1. What wonderful old treasures - a photographers delight!

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

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  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.

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  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.

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  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.

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  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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