Old farms and farmhouses are magical to me, and I know how I have to live in a farmhouse, and I intend to die in one, also. More than once, I’ve had a rifle pulled on me as I crawled around abandoned farmhouses taking photos. I can’t  help it. This farmhouse window is empty now, the farmer and his wife having passed in the last year. These contents will go up for auction soon, but the window and the old lamp were so evocative for me I had to take a picture.