Childhood home

It was a townhouse – a house divided into 2 families, ours and the neighbors. My grandparents lived in this house, and next to it on the garden plot was my family’s house. Then it was demolished and we moved into a flat.

This place is full of warm and interesting memories from my childhood, a mysterious things that stir the child’s creation, a Russian stove, an old apple tree and many other memorable artifacts that will always remain in my soul.

A few years later, before selling our part of the townhouse, I took these atmospheric shots that mean a lot to me.