Across the road from the little cemetery I photographed the other day is this old cabin.
I believe it's been deserted as long as we've been here -- some forty years -- and it looks to be of the same vintage as our old cabin -- mid to late 1800's.
The glass in the windows is gone (if there ever was any) and the chinking is falling out -- but the wisteria is blooming.
Someone's dreams were in this little cabin long ago . . .
Waiting for someone to dream some more . . .
And there's a barn just across the road. . .