As I girl I used to dream life into old abandoned houses and wrote long stories in my head about families living there, and also as a young mother I loved to take photos of my two small boys outside old farms.
What is this desire to go back in history? To seek your roots and to imagine life as it used to be? Why are we charmed by an old farm like the one in the photo? Why do we collect antiques and vintages?
For me it is a deep desire and a deep need to be part of something more lasting than the day of today, be part of something bigger and more profound than my own few minutes on mother earth, the feel that I am a part of God's creation from eternity to eternity.
The farm seen on the photo is one we pass on our walks in the countryside behind our house in the woods.