That's what Bill calls it. The old house. The house in Essex County, Ontario where he was born 77 years ago. The house that was moved from two properties west when his dad bought the farm after World War I. The house he now says he and his brother Jack are going to have to tear down because it would cost too much to fix it up. "Besides," he says, "I can't climb stairs anymore so it's no good to me."

When I agreed to join my women's singing group at the Canada South Land Trust Spring Walk on Sunday, how could I have known I'd be walking into such a unique photo opportunity? Imagine a 140 acre farm owned and operated by two bachelors (maybe widowers for all I know) aged 77 and 74. Yes, they now live in a ranch house, but right behind it is the old house. I asked Bill if he'd be OK with my scooting over to take pictures of it. He looked kind of surprised and said, "I guess there's no harm."

No harm indeed. Good thing he couldn't hear my heart pounding as I got close to this amazing structure and started clicking away. Every part of it caught my interest. Every plank, every window, every door. I get chill bumps thinking about it. And it wasn't just the house either. The barn was full of things this city girl has never seen close up before. Like three old tractors parked in a row. A pile of huge tractor tires outside the barn near an implement I couldn't name if I tried. And more, much more.

I'm still editing the photos so I won't be putting up the gallery today (Monday), but this image gives you an idea of what is to come. Hopefully I'll have it up and running by tomorrow (Tuesday).