I was driving down I-81 to North Carolina from Luray, Virginia. There was 3-4 inches of snow on the ground and high up on rolling hills sat beautiful old farmhouses surrounded by white fields. Old farmhouses cause something in me to stir with their combination of simple charm, fading grandeur, hard work, and a sad sense that the good times lay behind them.
I’m torn between wanting to escape modern life while knowing it’d be impossible for me to do so. Life needs to be simpler than we make it.
I can’t take credit for any of these shots – I stole them all from Flickr. I need to start getting my camera out more often.