my husband's parental home - a little self-made wooden house on the edge of a farmer's field - has hardly changed since i first made its aquaintance, as "the foreign girlfriend", 30 years ago.
it is still an oasis of old-fashioned "gezelligheid", small but with its space used well, full of light, a little less tidy since my father-in-law sadly found himself alone in his golden years.
and because it is on leased land, it cannot be inherited, so i wanted, needed to try coaxing the essence of it onto film.

*larger here.