If there were ever a house that was the epitome of the type of building I like to photograph…. it would be this one. I’d spotted it for years, tucked away behind some trees just off to the side of a rural road with nothing else around. I’d driven past it over and over again, forgetting about it every time. I always wished I’d remembered and mentioned it early enough to my husband to be able to turn off into the overgrown driveway.

One chilly afternoon we were driving slow enough, being mindful of the dustings of snow on the road, that I remembered the house just before we got to the corner it hid behind. I couldn’t have asked for better weather to photograph it in, the untouched snow a little nod to the isolation surrounding this old tin cottage.