I took a back route today just for a change of pace. I saw a rustic, old building and circled around to check it out. There had just been an officer involved shooting/fatality nearby (robbery suspect attacking with a crow bar met his demise) a few blocks from where I was. I knew I might as well sit still for a bit until the area settled down. I got out to take photos a respectful distance from the shed and was intent on taking in the beautiful, old, weathered siding.
“May I help you?” I heard. I looked to see a none too shy woman approaching me. I explained that I was impressed with the shed and the rustic appearance. She was more concerned I was with ‘the city’ as they have been after her to tear down the structure for several years. It has no foundation and currently violates some such ordinance about being too close to the curb (there isn’t a curb). So, I assured her I was not an inspector or agent of the government and that I merely enjoyed the building.
The lady told me the structure was built by her father in 1938. The nearby house was built in 1908. She grew up in the house and eventually assumed control upon the passing of her parents. She wants to preserve the old shed out of nostalgia’s sake and has access closed off to stop intruders. Several times a year she cuts back the English Ivy from the shed and nearby Fir trees. I thanked her for the opportunity to take some photos.