the House

I simply love this place. This is the house where my grandmother was born. It´s remote. She had to walk one hour through the woods to school everyday. The house has a wonderful energy, and it´s right near the water. It´s full of old treasures, like her old shoes I found under the stair. The old match-labels, and great-grandmothers craft-diploma from 1944 that she recieved for her weavery. It´s like a small museum of my ancestors. And a different time.