This morning I took a drive through a particular rural extremity of Ottawa formerly known as West Carleton Township, and took pictures of a few things that caught my eye. On this particular occasion, I indulged my longstanding fascination with abandonned buildings.
While I have an appreciation for any sort of vintage architecture, I've always been especially drawn to structures that have long been left behind, as it seems they would each have a story to tell if only they could speak. Buildings in active use have their own stories, too, but those are works-in-progress, whereas with abandonned buildings, the book has long since been closed. I always find myself trying to imagine what lead to the structure's eventual state of neglect and disrepair.
Did the former inhabitants simply move on to the proverbial greener pastures, or did they face loss or financial ruin? Were they run out of town for some transgression, or did they sneak away for good in the middle of the night?
While I'm intensely curious about the above, I prefer not having any idea at all, and allowing my imagination to have lot's of space to roam.