McMorr: Shrouded and Forsaken
McMorr: something....something...'we are here to serve you'
McMorr: "Nature reclaims what is hers."
McMorr: Disused, Forsaken
McMorr: not in darkest dreams
McMorr: the sun still shines even if no one lives there
McMorr: abandoned home
McMorr: Resolute
McMorr: nothing is simple
McMorr: what I love...
McMorr: rural Iowa history
McMorr: familiarity