This is a photo of what’s left of the original homestead that once stood here in my property.
“The Stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language. Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather-beaten Gothic piece of a pillar understands me well. But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins.”￼ ~Heinrich Heine~