The front yard of this place is rather a formidable obstacle for anyone who wishes to get to the front door.
Or leave from it, as far as that goes.
I was driving back to Lubbock one Sunday morning and pulled off the interstate in Putnam to see what I could see.
The thing is, though, that I only spent about five minutes there: it was before I’d discovered the wealth of photographic opportunity that these sorts of towns offer. 10 more words