It was the last set of photographs from the long day of January 11th. I was about home on Columbia County Road 241 near the Family Road when I spotted the lone chimney off to my right on Dicks Road. I drove over and a fellow was working with his puppy in his front yard. I asked him if he minded if I took a photograph of the old chimney. He said go ahead. I climbed the gate and took about two dozen quickly, working around the curious black angus cows. I returned and asked the young fellow who lived in it. He said his grandparents, his mothers people, the Crofts. His dad was a Johnson. He said the old house had recently been torn down. I thanked him and started to shake his hand but he said he didn't want to get blood on me. What in the world was he training that puppy for?
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