Below is an image photographed a few months ago in Old Montreal. These old buildings have clearly been renovated - but in line with strict municipal codes that protect them from being demolished for new development and decree they must be restored to match their original design, and replicate as much as possible the original materials.
It was a dark day, rain threatening to fall at any moment when the photograph was snapped. I have not edited the photograph below to adjust the lighting. Notice the unique stone wall and iron gate between the two buildings.
Below is a closer view of the wall and gate.
Of course, I could not resist the temptation to digitally manipulate my photographs (fortunately there are no municipal codes interdicting such wanton adjustments to historical monuments ... yet), and you will see three different editings of the first photograph in this post. I used textures, filters and a variety of blending modes to make them look like paintings.
I'd love to hear what you think.
Now, please enjoy this little poem about an old stone house:
Nothing on the grey roof, nothing on the brown,
Only a little hollow which a foot once wore;
But still I tread on tiptoe, still tiptoe on I go,
Past nettles, porch, and weedy well, for oh, I know
A friendless face is peering, and a still clear eye
Peeps closely through the casement
as my step goes by.
~Walter de la Mare
(Please excuse the quirks in alignment and spacing in this post. It looks right in the 'Preview', but once posted it is jumping around and not co-operating with me at all!)