McMorr: Door, Open
McMorr: autumn and abandoned
McMorr: Abandoned Farmhouse
McMorr: Standing Sad and Strong
McMorr: Out in the Open, Abandoned
McMorr: rural abandonment
McMorr: passed by
McMorr: I learned to love the little things because of the big things I could not love
McMorr: the rustling of generations
McMorr: uncertain welcome
McMorr: ragged but enduring
McMorr: recycling
McMorr: for the love of the landscape
McMorr: wildness
McMorr: looking for purpose
McMorr: Does it matter?