The yellow house

Life, Photography

My uncle lived in my grandparent’s old house. When we were there for his funeral we decided to meet at the house afterward because it might be the last time we see it again. The house will, sadly, have to go back to the bank. I decided to take photos while I was there with my Yashica Mat.

When we walked into the door I was hit with memories from when my grandparents lived there. It was the smell. It was a good smell! The house is made, solidly, of wood. There is wood paneling all over the place and it smells like cedar. It is amazing how powerful the sense of smell is. It totally and completely takes me back to my visits there.

Things hanging in the window

Things hanging in the window. The curtains where there when my grandparents lived here.

The house in the back

This is a whole other house in the back yard that was originally on the property.

My grandparent's house

There she is, a little worse for wear.