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Two barns sit on the edge of the coast forest. I couldn’t tell if they were abandoned or still in use. Their appearance gave away nothing, as even the inhabited buildings of the coast would often have a bit of a ramshackle and weathered look. Though I found this to be part of their charm. These pictures were taken walking with a friend from Irē to Vaid. The day was overcast with intermittent sunlight, but even during a relatively stormy and cold summer, the forests and fields of the coast felt beautiful and alive with activity.
The coast has very little industry, but walking through Pitrõg, we found this fish cannery. We walked up to the main gate and knocked on the front entrance where we were met by a woman who answered us in dialect, the dialect of Latvian spoken in this part of the country that formed under the influence of Livonian. Her accent was so heavy, that even as a native speaker I could barely understand her. For a moment it felt that maybe all the Livonians were not gone after all.