pumphouse
I collect photos of this little house. It's up the road from "the farm". When I was little, when we would drive by it, I hoped one day it would be mine. Like a little cottage. Of course it is was too small. But then again, so was I.
I went there today. I had a an hour with my mother's car. I always cautiously approach, thinking a skunk will run out from underneath or there will be a pack of rabid dogs waiting inside. Or I hope to find a hidden treasure. All I ever find is a couple of birds, a rusted bundle of barbedwire and a couple of dirty cans.
And another picture to the collection.
Home tomorrow morning, or rather back to Vancouver and straight back to work from the airport.




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