Another image from the Amish and Mennonite farms I visit. I spend a lot of my time photographing on the farms of friends I have made in recent years. Today I went to the Stanley Martin farm because I had been told that they were starting to demolish part of their old brick farmhouse built in the late 1800s, to make way for a new living addition. They will live in the remaining house while the new addition is being built. My plan is to document the progress of the demolition and the new construction. I will try to produce a group of pictures that the Martins will have for their family records. When I arrived at the farm today the old building was completely gutted to bare brick walls on the first floor and the roof was already removed. The men were working on the roofless second floor taking up the hardwood flooring to be saved for use later. The old unusable wood was stacked on a wagon pulled by two horses. When it was fully loaded they drove it over to an adjacent field to burn. The fire was already going when the wagon arrived. I walked along with the wagon down into the field. As I circled around the fire and wagon with my camera I watched the men throw wood onto the burning pile. I stopped when I saw this curious view of the horses seemingly engulfed in flames. It was a compelling image and a natural picture opportunity. It was really eerie what the telephoto lens did to the space between the wagon and the horses. This is the resulting image, which I find haunting and surreal. More to come.