Old rusted stove pipes always get my attention, it’s a throw back to the way things were. Except in these places. Here they are for cooking, heating, and living when in the cabins.

I am of that ‘age’ where I know how it feels to touch one, when you shouldn’t.

Times have changed and now I see them for how well they age and color in photographs.

A small slice of America, Indian Fields Methodist Camp.