Monday, February 1, 2010

Cabin 13

I spent a day last week at the farm where I grew up. My mom's place now. This is what we call cabin 13. It was a storage shed, then my playhouse when I was a little girl, and later an office for my dad. I guess you could say it's a storage shed again as it's full of rotting junk. I can't go inside because the floor has rotted and fallen through to the ground. Some day soon I think it will be pulled down.


  1. I love the composition here Kari! Too bad it's at the end of its life but it sure makes for great photography!

  2. I'll bet you have some great memories there. Because of what you wrote about it and the angle of your shot it makes me want to see more of it. Nicely done!

  3. BlueKat:

    You're teasing us. It's like opening up a Chocolate bar and saying "don't touch" . Your eyes are naturally being drawn inside, to a place we cannot see

    bobskoot: wet coast scootin

  4. Thanks Eve,
    This was part of my Grandparents farm before my parents inherited. My mom rents the land, and those portions are in use and cared for. But a few small outbuildings are slowly failing. End of an era, but something new will come along.

    Hi Mike
    Yes, nice memories hanging out with friends. I have some pics of the interior, but it's pretty bad. Lots of interesting bits of junk though. I may process a few later. Thanks!

    Hi Bobskoot,
    lol - only just a little. :)
    I found lots of stuff in there, no chocolate though.


  5. Does the shed seem somehow smaller these days? When I go back to where I grew up I always seem to remember it being bigger! Love the photo. When I grow up I want to be just like you!

  6. Thanks Irondad, glad you liked the photo. I know what you mean. I didn't really think about it with the cabin, but the big barn seems smaller.

    Nah, you don't whanna grow up. I like you just as you are.