every now and then, i return to the series of shots from which today's post is picked. it was taken last summer, on a hot and sunny day in the end of july or in the very beginning of august. this was the first time i visited my grandparents' farm since my grandfather had passed away a month earlier. debris from generations. walking there with all those memories and my camera... hurts.

listening to while contemplating the things called life and death: great lake swimmers - merge, a vessel, a harbour.