And then… with my run with remains of my freedom… I did find myself from here, from this abandoned farm that I did find at last autumn. Built at early 1800s at the side of road that have been used since 1550s to 1930s when road was made wider and straighter… so this maybe 1 km part of that old road was left alone, mostly forgotten, unused.
It was good choise on that day I suppose. Especially because it didn’t fall on me. That house is much worst condition than photos tell, and it was place where I did get small panic that it will collapse… but I did keep my nervous in control and keep photographing.
Years and Winters did Pass By:
Fallen into Empty Coldness:
And Once Again One Winter Will Slowly Turn to Spring:
Emptiness:
And Ghosts Go By, Slowly:
Dim Light of Past Times:
Through the Floor (Power of Life):
Welcome to Dances at Village Hall 17.10.1954 (and Other Things):
Once it Were:
Can’t Take It Anymore (Weight of Years):
Rubbing Alcohol (Before 1960s):
The Curtains Descend:
Your Word Is Candle of My Feet (Strange Ways of Believers):
Falling into the Real Past:
And You Will Fall Into This Northen Land:
That Little Bottle of Poison:
Lure the Birds:
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And today’s off-topic-bonus-madness-shot comes from weekend week or two ago… from our local pub. Asim Searah was playing there acoustic and I must confess I didn’t know that he have been even living in our little town at some point! And if that name doesn’t say anything, listen Wintersun… and some other bands. Amazing guitarist and singer too, even alone:
That’s it.