The village I live in is very hilly; therefore, many houses sit atop many different hills.
This particular old farmhouse sits on the hill opposite my friends' house, and it has a barn right beside it to house the cows that make it a working farm. After having lived in this village for going on 18 years now, I am still amused to walk or drive down Main Street and pass by a herd of cows. However, there was no sign of the cows today. I suppose they're kept in the barn during the snowy winter months.
This gives you an idea of how it looks in the falling snow. I understand that when movie-makers need to make snow scenes and the weather is not co-operating, they use potato flakes. Yup, a few tons of potato flakes falling from the sky and blown around by huge wind machines. Look closely at those snowy movie scenes and you'll notice that the snow flakes that fall on the actors' hair and clothing never melts. I wonder if the stuff is scooped back up and repackaged for grocery or restaurant shelves. Instant mashed potatoes or instant snow, it's optional. The province I live in is a big potato producer. I mean, it grows a lot of potatoes of varying sizes, not all necessary big. No potatoes were harmed here today in the making of this picture.
This is a view of that house as seen from beside/behind/below, across the fields. I like the grouping of the buildings and their weathered facades, as well as the higgledy-piggedly lines of fence-posts that appear like pencil marks on a plain white page.
Here we get a wider view of the farmhouse hill and see that it sits across the street from the United Church, which are always very simple, non-ornate, usually clapboard structures in the Maritimes.
It was a welcome relief to see and feel sunsine today, as well as the lack of blowing wind, and we took advantage of it to get out for a good long walk with friends. I thought I'd share a bit of it with you here.
It is, by the way, snowing again tonight. Real snow. Not potato flakes.