Robert Frost's poem about good fences making good neighbors starts with

"Something there is that doesn't love a wall."

Maybe it is the same Something that doesn't love what we build and live in.

 

What a gorgeous structure the pictured barn must have been in its hay day, before that Something went to work.

Without attentive care and knowledge, the structures we call home will eventually succumb to that devilish Something.

This site is an attempt to provide means for defeating that Something.