In January, 2003, my friend, Ken, led me to this abandoned house in Northern Minnesota. He knew that I was a photographer, and thought that I might enjoy photographing some of the texture around this old farmhouse.
As we explored the property, we couldn't help but hear the voice of this old house, and reflect on who used to live there, and what their lives must have been like.
Valerie J. Hasson was kind enough to let me use her poem that describes our thoughts.