I was on my way to the Hyde Museum in Glens Falls to see the Andrew Wyeth exhibit and pulled over on the way when I saw this old farm for sale, a forlorn place sitting back from a highway. I took out the camera, and an older man with a faded Agway cap, jeans, a flannel shirt, a gimpy leg came up behind me and said hi. I started explaining myself, but he waved his hand and he said, “I know who you are. You’re the guy with the camera.” He had heard about me, he said, pulling up at all hours of the day and night and running around with a big fancy looking camera. A writer. He knew somebody on Kinney Road who had told him about me. His sister-in-law looked on my blog sometimes to see the photos of the farms.

He said this farm and barn would be gone soon, swept up in the subdividing spreading through the area as a result of the Saratoga boom. “There won’t be no farms left, that’s for sure.” He lost his, just down the road about three years ago. Hard work, he said, but he sure missed it. Nothing else like it. Almost all of the farms on the road were gone, or were about to go. Taxes were too high. Costs were going up. It was just not possible to make it anymore for most of them.

Well, he said, after awhile, he had to go. He was going to his daughter’s for dinner, up over to Ft. Ann. I said I would keep taking photos of the farms. He nodded. “Remember us,” he said.