The question can be asked, why photographers choose to set up their tripods at a ruins when another, newer structure waits a mile farther up the road.
Answers will vary, but unless posted with KEEP OUT signs a ruin is more appealing for several reasons. Two of these stand out in my mind.
It has nothing to hide, and is usually open for inspection right down to the foundation. The intricacies of its decay are fascinating.
It tells wonderful stories to our imaginations, with characters uniquely our own.
I fell under The Spell while rounding a bend in the highway in southern Saskatchewan, near Rockglen, diverting quickly over a fading path to the graying homestead. Grasshoppers popped through tall grass and weeds but it was otherwise a silent scene, the location on a slight downhill out of the winds. A yellow plastic bucket intruded on the sense of timelessness, and there was no way to know when the house was last occupied. I was again struck by how small these prairie houses are, although it's really not surprising. Comfort and convenience hadn't arrived yet when this place was built. Nor had electricity.
I took away what I could in a half-hour, leaving other treasures behind for the next photographer, and mice, to discover.
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