There are some places we just keep being drawn to...

... and this little building is one of the many for me. This old place hasn't been farmed for quite a while and has fallen into a sad state of disrepair. The lady that did live in the old farm house is in a nursing home a few miles away, and the property has been turned over to the family. No one is taking care of it and it's such a sad thing to see when I drive by. If the walls of the home on this property could talk... the stories it could tell. A marriage of 50+ years. The raising of a family. Fighting and laughter. And hopefully, a lot of love.

I actually stopped here to shoot this photo today because when I walked into my mother's house, she was on the phone with the lady that used to live here. My mom calls her every day, and I shared quite a few holidays with her after her husband passed away. And it made me sad about what has become of her home.

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Mending fences...