Sunday, October 23, 2005
The natural world is taking over this old abandoned farmstead. The grass is springing up everywhere and growing unheeded right into the doorway of the old barn. I was struck by the contrast between the weathering barn boards and the lush greenery overtaking the building.
And here is the house, sitting with dignity in the impersonal sunshine.
What happened here? This is a solidly constructed place, with loving attention to detail. It's situated in a lovely valley in southwestern Wisconsin, surrounded by other tidy and prosperous farm operations. What quirk of fate drove this family to leave a place that provided such fine shelter?