The scent of my ancestors (Patreon)

I moved to my grandparents old house at the begining of 2020, just before this madness had started. 

The house is in the middle of nowhere, just surrounded by a kind of silence that can be as scary as much as beautiful and loving.

Sometimes i feel that a strange premonition took me here in the right time. 

All the pictures that i have been taking recently are set on this scenario, an old house full of memories. All the ornaments, fabrics and attrezzo i use still carry the scent of my ancestors .

I took this one on a november sunny day, you can take a glimpse of the sea from the terrace. I can spend hours and hours admiring the horizone merging with the calm blue sea.