When we were beautiful IV

This is one of the places we grew up in, at the country side. It was blue. Really blue and had a small front porch that i never understoof but always loved. More than 15 years from when those pictures were taken i went back to the house and shot it again here, just because i was passing by on our way from the seaside. I remember our green Skoda and my sister sleeping in the rear window and i remember my father taking the first picture of us and the bucket. For a while that's all i remembered of the place