This beautiful old farmhouse rests on a hill near Uniontown, Washington. When we were fortunate enough to visit, the prairie wind tore through open windows and doors, making the entire house vibrate and sing.
It has been badly battered by the elements and various unkindly occupants, but you can tell that it was very well-loved in its day. The baby blue paint in one of the upstairs bedrooms; the trim ever-so-carefully and lovingly painted. You can almost hear the patter of little feet across the upstairs hallway. I wonder at the family who certainly lived here... why they left so much behind. A box of mouldering presto logs in the utility room, rusting tools and vintage TV sets in the barn.
Now, the wind and sunlight have sculpted lace from curtains and lift mournful song from cracks and crannies. The present residents the house shelters have a much more delicate touch. We met them in the parlor.
We photographed everything as it was presented to us; none of these shots were staged in any way.