I spent a weekend in Maine in what I had imagined would be a small cabin a la Thoreau. It turned out to be an entire house, which while not at all disappointing because of the quaint decor, was entirely unproductive as far as writing went.
Photography, however, was another beast. With so many homes on the property – which by the way really was in the middle of nowhere – it seemed like there was something photograph any direction I turned.
This particular photo is of what I imagine used to be an old cabin but is now weathered and used as a storage shed. It had that feel now, but I also thought that it wasn’t always the case.