I returned from the wilderness of Ontario a few days ago and am still trying to get the mothball smell out of my clothes. It was worth it though...I got to spend several days with my brother and one of my sisters while basking in complete and total silence (with the exception of the chattering of one exceptionally angry squirrel) in beautiful weather.
My grandfather bought this cabin in the late 1940's...and it has been in our family ever since. By a fluke involving the sale of the land that I still don't quite understand, no one else owns property on the lake where the cabin stands and it is very secluded. No running water, no electricity, backpack your supplies and food in...the whole bit. We love it.
The three of us spent the entire time doing...well, nothing. I mean, actually, doing nothing. For three days. The extent of our activity involved picking up our chairs and moving them a few feet here or there to get a better look at the squirrel.
Photos could never do the place justice. Not in what it means to our family, nor to its beauty.
And, because a Little Lives post doesn't feel complete without an image of a little life...here's one of a charmer we met on the train.
Lovely. Absolutely lovely -- every one.
Posted by: Amy | September 05, 2008 at 08:45 AM
Gorgeous! Those shots totally remind me of our family's rustic cabin in the UP!
Hope to see you soon!
Posted by: Jen Chimbidis | September 05, 2008 at 05:55 PM
take me there. leave me there. it's as dreamy and amazing as the old stories that go with it.
Posted by: alexa | September 26, 2008 at 07:19 PM