Old barns, great memories

Sheds, pump hoses,wood sheds, barns, what ever you want to call them, I have always been captivated by them. Starting with childhood memories of an old pump house that used to be behind my great grandmothers house. This pump house made of wood had the "scariest" sound coming from it. My little cousins Sherry and Melody used to tell me "things" about those sounds. I remember being afraid to walk past it when I was so very, very young. This was in Gresham Oregon. Living in Orange County Ca. where there were no barns let alone old pump houses that made noise, it was quite easy to tell me anything about the reason those sounds were coming out of that building. LOL!!!

And ya know? as strange as it may sound, those were/are some of my greatest childhood memories. I guess in my little girlness, I knew my cousins would never do me no harm.

So  as I was walking today I found another ol'shed to take pictures of today. I always love these pictures. There is just something about these old buildings that I suppose will intrigue me forever.

 

See on the right building there. It looks from this view point like it is a wall? Like there is no back to it?

It's pretty darn close. I have no idea what this triangular shaped building is!

 

And from the complete other side, this is around the back of the main house. On the far right you can see just a tip of the main house, a deep dark red. This is the back of the first picture. I look at these outbuildings and wonder what they held. How many years of heat (from wood) it has held. What treasure's may or may not be in them anymore. Perhaps how many children may have played hide and go seek here.

Or maybe, just maybe. A little cousin from Southern Ca. was told stories about what REALLY lurked behind these old wooden walls!

A Morning Dove in the Tree

Acutely aware that today December 4th was to be a busy day, I took some time quite early in the morning and walked out on Troy and D.I.L.'s porch for a quick cup of coffee before the hustle and bustle was to begin. I looked up and saw these morning Doves right in front of me. They just sat there and were oblivious to me, so I went in the house and grabbed my camera and when I came back they just sat there and posed for me!

What a difference a mountain can make! Day 75

With the familiar sound of my dogs wanting out in the wee hours of the morning, and the ever lack of familiarity of hearing the "hubby" doing it, I responded. The morning was crisp cool and ever so beautiful. Then I saw the moon, camera in hand I tried for some shots, not to good however.

Yes I know! But with the early morning dawn of a new day and in the peace and quite of sleeping husbands and pee'd dogs I checked my e-mail. You see yesterday I found a web site entitled Susanvilles Daily Photo and it can be found here and I wrote the author of this blog and asked her about link exchange etc. and told her I was attempting the same feat as she, just on the other side of the mountain. Susanville is 21 miles east of Westwood over Fredonyer pass. When my children were younger we lived in Susanville on and off for years. I LOVE that town. Not getting over there much these days I am looking forward to a Susanville picture a day. Well I received an e-mail back excepting the link deal . The rather ironic thing about this is yesterdays post about the Sierra Super Stop, is right across the street from her post of Paul Bunyan and Babe. I almost made them my yesterday post, but decided not to do with the fact Gasoline stations (as can be read in yesterdays post) was kind of keeping with my theme the last two days.LOL!!
So to a friend in blogging this ought to be interesting. Having lived in both towns I KNOW what a difference a mountain can make! (As far as weather goes!) So go do a check it out thing and see for yourself!

Out my front door to the right, looks like a lake, It is just the fog over Walker Lake!

Cory, Darins friend and now mine

This is a man named Cory who is a friend of our renter Darin, that lives here. I have met Cory before but just long enough to be introduced. He lives in Reno Nevada now, and had come back to Westwood to do a little visiting. Darin and him I guess go way back and are great friends. And Cory came here to do a little visiting. I am very glad I got to meet Cory better. He is one hell of a nice guy with a very jovial personality. I decided to go ahead and have his pictures be my pictures for the day. If this really goes to a year I am sure I will be glad I did. Plus I can also say pretty honestly that I met someone new today, and that's always a good thing, Right?