Just off the path, nestled at the edge of the woods at Reynolda Gardens, lies this little house that is covered in moss, looking over a swamp.
It was a hot evening, at the end of summer. A rainstorm had just passed and the gardens were empty. A light fog was lifting up off the ground and rising up into the grey clouds, that were quickly disappearing.
This little house, that was once a fancy boat house for a beautiful lake, is now spooky and overgrown. Many forgotten summer memories from long ago, are lost in this dense overgrowth.
But I like this lake house turned swamp house just the way it is. It has character, and so much intrigue.