I've made dozens of pictures of this place. The earth is very slowly pulling the structure back into the ground and as the seasons pass, I notice it is finally giving in. An old timer around here told me that the "stone house, was actually a cheese "factory" many many years ago. A natural spring, located just through the swamp from our house, had a clay cistern placed inside and that was the water supply for the cheese makers. The building was log, and then later covered with some stone and mortor. It has a sunken lower level toward the road, which seems to go deeper into the ground each year. I think I am atracted to the fading colors, the bold shapes of the cracks and the angles of windows and doorways.
I know there will be more images to be made here as I walk by history past.