Monday, January 31, 2011

A House on a Hill

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.


25 comments:

  1. Wow, best get out the brandy as my dooferies are chilly after wading thru that snow to your comment box! Looks like a magical village nonetheless, perfectly photographed even tho' that is tricky with white as the main subject! Clever you, sis. Here, have a sniffter of brandy and snuggle up under the blankie - I hear there is a Toad a-comin.

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  2. Loving all the white in your photogrpahs! Looks much nicer there than it does here in the city, where I confess I'm rather sick of it.

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  3. No need for further post processing, that top photo is just stunning!
    Love the barns in the snow too.

    This is so different from what I see here.

    Your kitchen appliance photos were great too. It's lovely to see your home with a twist :-)

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  4. I hope your plans for a visit to the capital city are not interrupted by any undue accumulation of potato flakes. If they fall ignore them . . . mash ado about nothing.

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  5. Old white houses and churches, barns and snowy fields - reminds me of Andrew Wyeth. Beautiful post.

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  6. Just listened to Priscilla Ahn - she's lovely.

    WV: allicre = I like her.

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  7. Is that where the queen lives ???

    And what's that Saj said about a toad a-coming ???

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  8. PS Can we get some gravy on those mashed potatoes ???

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  9. How alluring a sight ! Must be wonderful to breath the air. Touch, maybe even taste the snow. How very wonderful, very wonderful.


    Please have a good new month you all.

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  10. Saj,
    So sorry about your "dooferies" being chilly (not that I know what they might be). The snow is so deep they might be any part of your anatomy! Hardly bears thinking about. Yes, I'll have that brandy now, thanks! I found the trick of photographing snow is to avoid the "snow" setting on my camera. And then to Photoshop the hell out of the images once I get them home (don't tell!)

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  11. Art,
    I find that snow in anyone else's town looks so much more picturesque than the snow in one's own vicinity by the simple fact of not having to live with it. I can appreciate the beauty of snow clad hills from a warm perch, but in reality, I'm more than fed up with all that white. I'm glad you like my pictures, though.
    :-)

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  12. Nathalie,
    What a pleasant surprise to see you here! Yes, things definitely look different in a Canadian Maritimes village than a French town, no matter what time of year, I'd say--but especially in winter.

    I'm very flattered by your praise for the first photo and I wish I could say no post processing techniques were used on it.
    ;-)
    Glad you had fun in my house with a lemon twist. The mind starts to warp in these long winters.

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  13. DCW,
    If potato flakes start falling and amassing we will simply assemble the Huskies and sleds, wave our fouettes in the air and holler "Mash! Mash!" as we wend our way brunchward.

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  14. Driftwood,
    Ooh, thanks! I must admit, I either wasn't aware of, or had forgotten (same diff) Wyeth's snow imagery. A quick Google Images search leaves me wanting to see more--of Wyeth's winter paintings, I mean, not the actual subject matter.

    Isn't that PA song beautiful? It touches me so deeply every time I listen to it. I'm glad you like it, too.

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  15. BrOwen,
    Do you really think that old farm house is fit for a queen?! If she lives there, no wonder she looks so pouty/about to cry or throw a tantrum! Definitely not fit for a queen. Are you out of your toady mind?! Oh yes, of course you are...the little queen has cast a spell upon you. But all that belongs in another realm, over on the edge. Not here.

    I think you must be a toad of the Scarlet Pimpernel variety--hopping up all over the place when least expected. Although it seems our sister was expecting you. Just be careful around here, little toad, that you don't get scooped up in a passing snow plough.

    Gravy on the mashed potatoes? I imagine the local gas station/inconvenience store might have a tin or two of of the stuff gathering dust on a shelf.

    Would you like one lump or two?

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  16. Robert,
    Okay, I'll admit it, all that snow was indeed a pretty sight when we were out walking on Sunday afternoon. Even I could see that. But I have to tell you that I do my best to not touch it, and I definitely never ever taste snow! Unless, perhaps, maple sap has been dribbled on it to make a maple candy.

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  17. what gorgeous white-on-white landscapes! The houses and church from another nostalgic time...

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  18. See, I told you there was a Toad a-comin!!

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  19. jann,
    When we first moved here almost every house in the building was white. Things are changing slowly. People take a long time to evolve from one nostalgic time to create another, it seems.

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  20. Saj,
    Well, that takes a toad off my mind!

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  21. I too need a brandy after looking at those beauties x

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  22. Lulu,
    Here's a snifter for you. You got here just in time as I was about to empty the keg to help ease myself through yet another heavy snow fall today. Bottoms up!

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  23. potatoes!!! i would have never thought!

    i love that first picture...

    ps. i love it when the sun shines on snow and one can take a walk and see one's long shadow on white :-)

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  24. Roxana,
    Yes, it's absolutely true, potato flakes = snow flakes! I do wonder, though, if the movie-makers whip up gigantic vats of mashed potatoes to spread on the ground to replicate snow banks.

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  25. PS. Roxana,
    Snow shadows! Delightful. It's absolutely necessary to find something that one can love about the snow in order to hang on to what remains of one's sanity in these long, long winters!

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