"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
Michelle says:
Wow…I swear I took a photo almost just like this, this past weekend up in Spindale NC. Love your photos! Them make me think of my mother’s place
On October 24, 2006 at 9:24 am