Log House in the Woods

One of my favorite photo subjects is "The Road North". I drive to our cottage in Haliburton and back many times a year and love to uncover new subjects for photography along the way. I look for strange things in the woods (like Phonehenge - a collection of English phone booths in a field) as well as beautiful landscapes. I like to find things that talk to the pioneer era, like old homesteads and barns.

In a recent trip, I found a deserted log cabin on Highway 121 that showed signs of recent habitation and efforts to renew the cabin (see the new metal roof). The door was open and the driveway was blocked, so I don't think anyone lives there now. I also found a beautifully rusted old truck on the property that now sits in the middle of the woods.

Here's my record of the encounter with the log house in the woods:

Here's the cabin looking forlorn in the late spring snow storm.

The interior is surprisingly neat and tidy, showing signs of recent care. The door was wide open.

Here's the rusty, crusty pick-up truck abandoned in the woods.

And here's the truck interior. 

RIP Rocky

My daughter Erin had to put down her boxer Rocky today. He was a terrific dog and lived to the ripe age of 12 which is pretty good for the breed. Here are some photos of Rocky, Erin and family members.

Here's Erin with a much younger Rocky - he was her constant companion.

Here's Rocky as a young dog, full of beans.

My son David found out that Rocky wasn't much of a conversationalist.

Rocky with his pal Grover

One of the world's larger lap dogs

Rocky was very patient and gentle with Joel and Jamie.

He loved the cottage. Here he is on a winter outing.

A mouth full of beach sand.