On my recent trip north for the wedding of my niece I did a little exploring with my sister and brother in law. We discovered the most beautiful abandoned cottage that I have ever come across and also a really wonderful weathered old row boat. In the old days, when my father was still alive we wouldn't of thought twice about exploring the inside of the cottage as it seemed to be just begging us to visit. We just couldn't risk an arrest for B & E for us three physicians so we decided to explore it only from the outside. I did manage to explore it a little through the internet and discovered it was once owned my a Doctor in the early 1900's and his plan was to turn it into a tuberculosis sanatorium. The idea was to screen in the second floor balcony and put cots out there so the patients could breath in the wonderful fresh pine scented cool air off the lake. During the TB epidemic in Canada there were a number of such sanatoriums built in Muskoka and in fact the first free TB sanatorium in the entire world was in built here.
Your ideas, creations, photographs & ghosts are deeply haunting (they stay in my mind for ages)
And I just said on Flickr how much I love the purple-y colours of the maple leaves ...
This photograph has something magical and haunting.
Kisses,
x x x
___mathyld___
Posted by: Mathyld / encore petite | September 21, 2009 at 06:53 PM
No wonder why the photo of the old oar and rope is a favorite of yours, it's truly spectacular. And so is the necklace you made, I love the colors you chose. A beautiful tribute to your adventure :)
Posted by: Geninne | September 21, 2009 at 07:47 PM
Another beautiful post! I could not have resisted the urge to go inside that cottage!
I love the old row boat and your lovely stitching on the branches.
Posted by: kathi | September 21, 2009 at 09:38 PM
these photos and your story remind me of being a child, going on adventures into the n.z. bush with my siblings and finding old huts and buildings. there's something so magical about your images!
Posted by: melissa | September 21, 2009 at 10:09 PM
what a very special place to visit indeed. Thankfully it wasn't spoiled by evil persons. I'm so glad you could guess who was living there & tell us the history behind tuberculosis sanatorium. My FIL had a primary tuberculosis when he was a little boy.
I love how you used the colors of the cottage in your new little spirit made of driftwood. You are awesome.
xoxoxo
Posted by: Sonia | September 22, 2009 at 04:06 AM
I love old houses and weathered surfaces (hence my current home). I often feel that I am on the search for an old, magical, mysterious home that I once knew--but have never seen.
Your crochet work is gorgeous.
Love all the photos!
Posted by: Sarah | September 22, 2009 at 08:34 AM
I especially liked the photo where the colour of the door behind matches the chair in front.Also your ghost tree is lovely!Ariadne from Greece
Posted by: www.google.com/accounts/o8/id?id=AItOawn_wQ8DSe02Gw2CW9Vp66YSDwTmymetXJo | September 22, 2009 at 03:31 PM
I've really come to love your blog, and this particular post has brought back such memories of my mother. Back when she was just 20 years old (in 1930), she was diagnosed with tuberculosis and was sent to a sanitorium by a lake where she was one of the few people to survive. I remember her talking about it with tears in her eyes for those who never made it out. The spot where her sanitorium was is now a hospital where my niece works once a week. Pretty amazing.
We used to have a summer house on Narragansett Bay and your pictures remind me of that house. My husband and I visited it a couple of years ago. Someone had just bought it and changed it quite a bit but we were allowed to go inside and visit. I used to think it was so big and now that I'm an adult I see how tiny the cottage really is.
Posted by: Claudia | September 22, 2009 at 06:20 PM
Oh those colours, that paint, those steps, that porch! How could there be no one around to love this cottage - I do and like you, I've never stepped foot inside.
Posted by: joanie | September 23, 2009 at 02:38 PM
Thanks so much for always posting such interesting things. I had no idea about the TB sanitorium. Very very interesting. As was the cottage and the photos were wonderful!
Posted by: Laura A. | September 23, 2009 at 03:22 PM
i love exploring abandoned buildings! that was a really nice one.
Posted by: rebekah | September 23, 2009 at 06:10 PM
beautiful images of the abandoned house + the one of the boat is absolutly devine, the colours are so pretty...
Posted by: mady | September 27, 2009 at 07:12 PM
This information is very interesting: "We used to have a summer house on Narragansett Bay and your pictures remind me of that house..." thanks for sharing!!!
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