This abandoned house sits alone in the middle of a field about one half mile from our campgrounds.

Whenever I pass it on one of my walking routes I conjure up stories about who might have lived there and why they may have left. I seldom walk past the lane without turning in to look around and try to get a new angle for a photo.

“Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.” ~ Gladys Taber