The milkhouse on Route 30 is nearly two centuries old, it has been abandoned as long as anyone can remember, farm milkhouses were built so farmers could store their fresh milk and have neighbors or dairies come and pick it up, they have not been used for decades, and generally, they are too small and out of the way to merit tearing down. They remind me of sentinels, they seem to guard approaches and roads and sometimes, they stand even when the farmhouses and the farms are gone. This one is losing it’s roof to rain and storms, it sits by a marsh and catches the falling sun.