I appreciate the well-built stone castle, I even think the water pump house is grand. What I marvel the most is the dedication Mr. Boldt exerted to try to impress his wife. Tragically she was too sick to visit and died before it was completed. I never had anyone to care about me enough to build my castle, that is just as unfortunate.
If I live long enough, I will build my own stone castle. It most likely will be the size of a cottage. The interior not quite as grand, but with stone walls as thick, a turret or two, and grand views of the gardens and greenhouse. It will run off grid with solar and wind power. I will be my own hero, someday.
This post a day is challenging, knowing people that know me will be reading it even more so. I took a short walk today. I did not make it as far as I hoped, the traffic, hills, mosquitoes more annoying than I anticipated. I took my camera, but did not find anything that jumped out at me. I did spot a stamped metal object embedded in the road. As I thought it would make an interesting close up shot, I had already took a few steps ahead and did not want to return back. The leaves and maple seeds seemed ordinary, the lake showing too scant between the trees.