
In many ways, this is the house that got it all started for me. A gabled-ell vernacular, it was located on Bell’s Cabin Road, just a couple of miles from my parents’ house. I watched over the years as it went from an abandoned farmhouse to a symbol for loss. And then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone. I have numerous shots in every season, but these from the springtime are my favorite.

