One afternoon I drove from Fargo to Grand Forks along Old Highway 81. Lots of small towns and farms were there to catch my attention.
A small barn sitting on the edge of a field.
A stand of trees near Argusville hid this grille off an old Dodge truck.
The shed that contained this chair was starting to collapse, leaving delaminated wood laying across the chair.
This house was in remarkably good shape still. Good enough that someone had set up a sleeping bag on the couch inside over during the spring.