Often we see buildings and areas designated historical sites and preserved for future generations. In the country, we are surrounded by the past, as we see abandoned farms, and many buildings that have been preserved by their families for generations. I don't think we necessarily have more, but out here what we have is more noticable, since we're not surrounded by the city and people everywhere.
When I take pictures, I often go on public land which usually used to be farmland, with the original farmstead still there, though the buildings have been destroyed. There, I see the signs of the past all around me.
When I was growing up, we still had a creamery in town, and these types of cream cans were a familiar site as farmers hauled their milk in them. Now, of course, it's stainless steel trucks that transport the milk.
This old boat was left near one of the local lakes. It was used to net rough fish to be sold.
This old hay mower was originally set up to be pulled with horses. The mower was ground driven.
The old cream can was filled with rocks to try to balance the mower so too much weight didn't end up on the tongue.
All that's left of a sleigh wagon. You can still make out the runners, but that's about it.
Sometimes, in the middle of a grove of trees,you can see some evidence of past lives. Here are some stones that were once a foundation. Once I saw these, I could see the raised area where the building had been.
All around us we hear whispers from the preceding generations. We see their handiwork in the buildings and we see the equipment that was once new, and the pride and joy of some family. I wonder if we'll leave some of the same reminders that we were here?