Across the street from where I work is a group of buildings that were once a lumberyard and a sort of hardware store. It was there as a young boy, that I first discovered the smell of wood. Eventually, the lumberyard closed, and other businesses took over the location. (Today, its some type of construction company.) Their are few buildings as iconic to Streetsville as those dilapidated old sheds. Sometimes I have wondered though, how they managed to avoid being torn down. Two nights ago, when I was leaving work to walk home, I noticed that their were virtually no cars or trucks parked out front of them, so I crossed over and took pictures.
Afterwards, I headed south towards the town. Parked on the railway tracks, set back away from the road a bit, were two train cars. So I went and looked them over. The sun was just setting and the sky was painted with beautiful colors. A slight feeling of melancholy came over me, but I didn’t pay it much attention.