Photographers become scholars of light and I know that on a crisp cold day – it was – 4 degrees when I drove by this farmhouse and the wind was rushing past, and it was twilight, just after 4 p.m., and I pulled the car over and stood for a few minutes until my fingers ached, and then the setting sun hit this empty old farmhouse right when I put the camera up and my wide angle 14 mm lens swept the grounds of the old farm, not orphaned, a ghost in the middle of a bunch of residences outside of Cambridge, N.Y.

I call it the Old Red Ghost Farmhouse. I have no idea if it has any ghosts inside, but I think it is itself a ghost.