Thursday, March 30, 2006

Buildings from Bicycles

Two local buildings as seen from our little bicycle jaunts. The first lies on golf course while the second seems to serve as a cottage on the lake.




 

9 comments:

Granny said...

What an odd structure. We had an octagon house (brick) in my home town but this looks like it started out to be one thing and changed its mind half way through. And it doesn't have enough side anyway.

mreddie said...

Whenever I see an old building, especially like the first one, I wonder about the history of it, why it was built, if anyone actually lived in it, was anyone born in it and were they happy. Good photos. ec

Bonita said...

I've restarted my computer several times, and your text here, for me, is unreadable. It is blurred and very tiny...I've noticed that my text on Flitzy and other Blogger sites is also smaller than usual. Is blogger having difficulty, or is something wrong with my computer? Anyone else encountering this change?

Your photos look great, though....

Bonita said...

I talked to my son - he had changed the font size...so, back to normal. Whew.

Valerie - Riding Solo said...

Just have to ask....

The new profile pic, did you do that on purpose or is it true what they say about a person looking like their pet?

LOL, it killed me!

marmalade said...

hey hey

now every time i read your blog, i check to see what time you posted at. lol. that's too funny!

Simply Coll said...

It must be wonderful to be once more out and about on your bike and so early in the season.

Sarah Elaine said...

Bikes and photos... fabulous combination! (And you really did get your bike out! Yaay!)

Turtle Guy said...

I love old buildings! I was chatting over coffee with a long-time friend yesterday about old stuff. He was talking about an old restaurant - Ye Ol' Spaghetti Factory - which has now relocated and I think even become a chain... sad... anyway, when we were wee, they used to show silent movies on the upper floor of this restaurant. He was remarking that what he remembered most was the SMELL of the old building... the old wood, the old leather seats... and the french onion soup.