I was taking a driving tour of some rural roads and came to the end of Elmer Road (yesterday's post), where I then turned right onto Alburg Road and passed by this outbuilding with its blue house door:
I remembered this elaborate tree house beside the road from passing it in previous years, but this time it was falling apart or being intentionally disassembled. I will never know, but I suspected the children were all grown up now and the tree house would soon be no more:
This looked to me like a classic Amish schoolhouse, with outhouses behind it and a pile of firewood to keep the kids warm:
I suspected this was an Amish barn, but I wasn't sure:
Every part of this farm looked Amish, and when I got home I discovered that one of my photos had caught an Amish woman who I hadn't noticed. I deleted the photo because I know they don't want their pictures taken:
One more Amish barn, this one with a wagon:
And across the road was a corn field, the stalks in traditional Amish shocks:
The next farm had a multitude of modern hay wagons:
And four gigantic silos:
The farm house stood on a hill, where it had magnificent views of the countryside:
Their mailbox was attached to an old-fashioned washing machine and painted to look like a Holstein. Some of the view which the house had can be seen in the valley below:
Another big farm with a grain bin:
And a herd of Black Angus:
As I neared the end of Alburg Road, I snapped a picture of this farm down in the valley below. Some day I'll try to find what road it is on, for I suspect it is a place I haven't yet seen. But this was the end of Alburg Road. I'll post pictures from the next road tomorrow:
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Sunday, March 3, 2019
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
County Route 47, Town Of Stockholm And Norfolk - Part 3
I was touring rural County Route 47 (see also Parts 1 and 2, posted previously) and came to this impressive sight with barns, silos, grain bins, farm equipment and a row of antique tractors:
A small house sat off behind some trees and I couldn't tell if anyone lived there or not. I also noticed the old fashioned outhouse with a crescent cutout on the door:
Lovely barns, an inviting pastoral scene:
A farm house with barns out back and Christmas decorations by the front porch:
Barns and a silo:
More barns and a silo:
This old barn appeared to be no longer used, and the silo was of the old fashioned wooden type:
Well, I didn't have to guess if this house was lived in or not. The parked car, however, was a mystery:
An extensive and elaborate farm, a beautiful sight on a winter's day:
An older barn, silo and farm house. They were also the end of my driving tour, so I turned around and headed back the way I'd come:
A small house sat off behind some trees and I couldn't tell if anyone lived there or not. I also noticed the old fashioned outhouse with a crescent cutout on the door:
Lovely barns, an inviting pastoral scene:
A farm house with barns out back and Christmas decorations by the front porch:
Barns and a silo:
More barns and a silo:
This old barn appeared to be no longer used, and the silo was of the old fashioned wooden type:
Well, I didn't have to guess if this house was lived in or not. The parked car, however, was a mystery:
An extensive and elaborate farm, a beautiful sight on a winter's day:
An older barn, silo and farm house. They were also the end of my driving tour, so I turned around and headed back the way I'd come:
Friday, December 21, 2018
Garvin Road, Town Of Bangor, New York
I was driving home one day and passed Garvin Road, so I turned onto it and brought out my camera. The first place I came to was this handsome, old style farm, complete with dual silos and farm equipment:
And the corn crib out back was filled nearly to capacity. I wondered if they might have pigs, though I didn't see, hear or smell livestock of any sort:
This old barn and silo were rundown and I suspected they hadn't been used in years:
As I drove by, I could tell I'd been right. This barn has been out of commission for a long time:
A farm house, typical of the area:
Another old barn, also apparently no longer used:
People were still farming, though this corn field had not been harvested:
I took a close look at the once proud dairy farm sign on this barn and learned that it was once called Scattered Acres:
Farm equipment and baleage, with an outbuilding almost hidden behind the trees:
Barns, silo and grain bin, apparently no longer used:
Old fields, whose barbed wire and trees indicate that they once were pastures. Maybe they still are:
A small farm beneath big trees:
Coming closer to the above farm, it seemed as if no one lived there anymore but they were still harvesting firewood:
A sugar house. This is big maple syrup country. This is where I ended my driving tour, so I put my camera away and headed for home:
And the corn crib out back was filled nearly to capacity. I wondered if they might have pigs, though I didn't see, hear or smell livestock of any sort:
This old barn and silo were rundown and I suspected they hadn't been used in years:
As I drove by, I could tell I'd been right. This barn has been out of commission for a long time:
A farm house, typical of the area:
Another old barn, also apparently no longer used:
People were still farming, though this corn field had not been harvested:
I took a close look at the once proud dairy farm sign on this barn and learned that it was once called Scattered Acres:
Farm equipment and baleage, with an outbuilding almost hidden behind the trees:
Barns, silo and grain bin, apparently no longer used:
Old fields, whose barbed wire and trees indicate that they once were pastures. Maybe they still are:
A small farm beneath big trees:
Coming closer to the above farm, it seemed as if no one lived there anymore but they were still harvesting firewood:
A sugar house. This is big maple syrup country. This is where I ended my driving tour, so I put my camera away and headed for home:
Tuesday, November 6, 2018
Maple Ridge Road In Brasher, New York - Part 3
Maple Ridge Road took me alongside the St. Regis River (see also Parts 1 and 2, posted previously):
This old barn sat back in the trees as if it hadn't been used in many years:
The St. Regis River ran beside the road for a long way, making it very scenic:
And yet there were still farms, barns and silos along the way:
Non-farmers had been building homes in this scenic, rural environment because they loved country life. Who wouldn't want to live here?:
This old cemetery suggested the settlement here was once called Carville:
A hip roofed home, set back in the pines:
A neat and tidy farm, with its buildings lined up in a row:
I came to the end of Maple Ridge Road and toward the hamlet of Helena, NY. This large dairy operation drew my attention, though, so I kept snapping photos:
Forage wagons and barns. This was a large, busy farm:
Old and new barns with silos and grain bins. The white plastic off to the right appeared to be bagged silage, a modern version of the bunker silo:
I arrived in the Hamlet of Helena and stopped at this old church, which a sign said was now the museum for the town of Brasher. I hope to find out more and possibly visit it:
This old barn sat back in the trees as if it hadn't been used in many years:
The St. Regis River ran beside the road for a long way, making it very scenic:
And yet there were still farms, barns and silos along the way:
Non-farmers had been building homes in this scenic, rural environment because they loved country life. Who wouldn't want to live here?:
This old cemetery suggested the settlement here was once called Carville:
A hip roofed home, set back in the pines:
A neat and tidy farm, with its buildings lined up in a row:
I came to the end of Maple Ridge Road and toward the hamlet of Helena, NY. This large dairy operation drew my attention, though, so I kept snapping photos:
Forage wagons and barns. This was a large, busy farm:
Old and new barns with silos and grain bins. The white plastic off to the right appeared to be bagged silage, a modern version of the bunker silo:
I arrived in the Hamlet of Helena and stopped at this old church, which a sign said was now the museum for the town of Brasher. I hope to find out more and possibly visit it:
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