Christa and I did some scouting and reconnoitering in April 2016 to assess the exterior conditions. Paper mulberries run amok…
Entering the heart of darkness at high noon.
Why the sense of foreboding?
Back yard a country road
An old outhouse hole, or an old well. Either way a hazard.
The shed
Just as pretty as the day I left it ten years ago.
Half the house is down in the dirt about a foot.
Shit.