Originally, I had a simple plan. To photograph a building and some houses on the south side of town. But instead the morning turned into a four hour adventure. First off, I bicycled across the tracks and took photos of a large piece of land that sits next to the old Reid Mill. Its slated for development, and I wanted to say adieu to the trees and the pretty meadow. Next, I needed to make sure and get photos of the L.A Auto Repair Shop, which is right beside. I never thought it would cease to exist, but now its all boarded up, and waiting for the same development I assume. From there I bicycled further south to get pictures of the old Barber House. For years it was used as a restaurant for fine dining, until someone decided it would make a nice centerpiece for a new community of rich homes. It has really become worn looking. But I suppose it will look nice when they’re done with it. At this point I would have called it a day, but McCarthy Mill is not far from the Barber House, and seemed to be calling out to me. So I rode there as well and got some really nice photos of it. There is a London Plane on the property, that is quite possibly the most magnificent tree in all of Streetsville. It’s ancient and it’s huge. I will go back in Autumn and get some shots of it then. Again, at this point I could have quit and gone home. But I pushed on. I rode to the corner of Eglinton Avenue and Mississauga Road, determined to get photos of all four of the boarded up houses that are there. Except, I discovered that it is in fact three boarded up houses, and one still lived in. Though they will all be gone when the time comes. In the backyard of the first one I looked at was a lovely old apple tree. I wish somehow it could be spared. It was now afternoon, but I still wanted to keep exploring. So I went and locked my bike up near Mullet Creek, which was close by, and walked through the overgrown grasses, and loosestrife and bulrushes. Though that whole area was once an apple farm, and though I searched for nearly an hour, I could not find a single apple tree. For my efforts I was left scratched and bleeding from all the prickly weeds, and encountered red ants for the second time in a week, who bit at my feet. Tired from all my creeping about, I finally made my way home.