One guy did ask me:
"do I know that..." and I didn't. I didn't even I've been photographing one abandoned farm house really near to this one, but this have been so well hidden. I didn't expect too much. So when I did get there, my pulse start to rise (you know that
"this is new for me" feel) and after opening door... amazing place, lot of details and latest signs of life from 1991.
Really good treatment to this shit that have been lately going on in my life (two+ weeks continuous toothache, even after remove of one teeth (thank god that ache is gone now) and worst relationship crisis of all time (without our 17 years together history I would be gone but that history seems to mean me too much even I still wonder am I just stupid or... idiot too) with all ordinary shit like my father's alcoholism. It did feel so good to get into something completely new, lost your sence of time, concentrate to mood and details and finding photos... But after this shit, I hope that photos will speak better.
Ice-Cold Oblivion:
Moments from the Past:
Hanging Since the Last Day:
colourful Life:
Put the Kettle On:
Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years Since:
Echoes of Silence:
To the Colourful Chaos:
Death Cold Morning:
For Winter to Come In:
Cold Winter Day:
Things Left:
With the Stones from Our Hearts:
Captured by the Winter:
Running Colours:
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And then to traditional
"STOP IT! STOP IT!!" off-topic-bonus-photo! View of winter, not too far from my home:
And again: thanks for suffering, I mean: watching!