Walking up to the stoop, I find myself surrounded by memories of a time long gone. Sitting here, I could hear the kids playing and the dogs barking. The smell of fried potatoes and corn on the cob wafting from the kitchen. A horse and plow on the hillside working diligently to keep Mother Nature at bay and at the same time working to feed a family in this mountain wilderness. The hardships still linger here, voices from the past loud and clear. Can you see what I hear?

I took this photo in Martins Creek, West Virginia. I had never been here before this visit. This photo is a favorite of mine and is currently displayed as my desktop background.