Places I have been

Homes lost to time. Every time I see one on an out of the way road, I grab the camera and take a shot...actually lots of pictures. There is something about them that gets my attention big time.
If I have the opportunity to peek through a window, I have no trouble imagining a rough wooden table with a hand made bench running down the side, and a red checkered table cloth covering the table.
Back behind all of the snow and ice and dead trees and shrubs you find them.