As I point out in every one of these posts I affectionately title “Fallen Farm,” I really have a love of the old rural buildings (and remnants thereof) that dot the North Dakota landscape. It’s always interesting to pause and wonder who lived and worked in them. Wonder why they were abandoned. Imagine what they looked like when first constructed and/or inhabited.
If you want an indicator of how life in rural America has changed since the times of the Homestead Act, just look at the number of fallen farms. I’m not passing judgement on whether it’s better or worse; it’s simply a nostalgic look back at the area’s not-so-distant past… even for a city kid.