I’ve driven by this school house many times. Each time, I wait for that perfect moment when the building peeks through the trees and you can admire it in all its beauty. It took me a year of driving by it every month or so to finally stop and get a picture of it… I don’t know why.
I wonder what the children that attend the school think of it. I wonder if there’s some warm, older teacher in there whose idiosyncrasies match those of the school and who can tell you stories about the history of the school and the valley that it’s in.