Built on some rugged terrain, this old Colorado ranch must have been witness to joy and struggle. Hardy souls who ventured out West and made a go of it.
My son and his family are leaving Fort Collins tomorrow for reaches far and wide. Sigh. I may never have an opportunity to go back there to visit. Now if I had a homestead like this, I might be tempted. 🙂 Maybe.
I always dreamed of being one of those hardy souls back in the 1800s and would talk of it incessantly. My mom used to say that it wouldn’t be as great as I dreamed … that I’d smell and have no teeth 🙂
Even still! I still wanted to do it … and photos like this make me know I was right!
That you would have found that exciting is absolutely consistent with my sense of you. So if you would have smelled, and everybody smelled, that would create a norm where the lot of you stinkers just kind of lived with each other.
Me, I savor my weekly shower and know just how lucky I am.
Hi Mike, you have a fine nose for places with a long gone history. Good portrait of an old homestead with the b&w reinforcing the feeling of times gone by. Also, this photo suggests color enough for a nice color version?
Great shot, especially in b&w!
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Thanks!
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A great American story. Wonderful image, Mike.
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Thanks, Pat.
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How lonely looking – do you think that’s an outhouse attached to the far right side?
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I do. That was my take right off.
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Little House in the Prairie 😉 :-*
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Very much so!
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I like to think a big happy family lived there!
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Me too!
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The old ranch between full nature.A dream…..
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Rough living in the winter.
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My son and his family are leaving Fort Collins tomorrow for reaches far and wide. Sigh. I may never have an opportunity to go back there to visit. Now if I had a homestead like this, I might be tempted. 🙂 Maybe.
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It was up by Red Feather Lakes, if you ever went up that canyon.
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We went up the road to Estes and into the National Park, but other than that, I was pretty much just around town.
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Fantastic shot Mike…what tales this old house could tell, eh?
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Aye, one less mysterious than your moors, me thinks.
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I always dreamed of being one of those hardy souls back in the 1800s and would talk of it incessantly. My mom used to say that it wouldn’t be as great as I dreamed … that I’d smell and have no teeth 🙂
Even still! I still wanted to do it … and photos like this make me know I was right!
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That you would have found that exciting is absolutely consistent with my sense of you. So if you would have smelled, and everybody smelled, that would create a norm where the lot of you stinkers just kind of lived with each other.
Me, I savor my weekly shower and know just how lucky I am.
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Hi Mike, you have a fine nose for places with a long gone history. Good portrait of an old homestead with the b&w reinforcing the feeling of times gone by. Also, this photo suggests color enough for a nice color version?
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The color was kind of muted on a very grey day. And hello Joseph.
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Sometimes I feel we should have a ‘reverse’ button!
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If we did, except for the zombies who could not give up their phones, many would push that reverse button right away.
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