it's so much fun to wind around the hills and hollers of old tobacco country. the steep green hills going up to the sky, and the old barns, many blackened by the application of used motor oil (to preserve the wood back in the day). this distinctive white building stood on a hill at a crossroads. it was sheltered by an enormous old oak tree. a man came by and told us it was an old community building that had served as a courthouse and a schoolhouse, and now was just used to store old christmas decorations.
photographs and words by rebecca wood