Cabin in the Woods

for my photo essay I plan on writing a piece on the small piece of forest property owned by my grandparents. This property has been in my family for generations, and has a large amount of history behind it. The property was built in the 19th century by my great great grandfather, Robert M. Downie, engineer of the keystone drill. The property served as a camping ground for the family, and has been a popular vacation spot since.
The property was divided into several different properties by the children of RM Downie, and has since become the home of many PA forest properties. My family owns one of these properties in Butler county PA. The years have not been kind to it however, and the property has since become dilapidated and all but abandoned. I plan on writing this photo essay on the ongoing plans the reestablish the property as a vacation spot for the family.

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