Wednesday, April 26, 2006
The once beautiful old white farmhouse lies back in a deep tangle of trees and vines. From the roadway it's hardly visible, but the huge barn standing even deeper in the wooded chaos draws your eye to the spot. Everything is a confusion of brown, black and grey. I step carefully through the underbrush as you never know where an old well might be hidden.
Even in bright sunlight the scene is frightening. I can't imagine this place in a thunderstorm.