Last saturday I went home to where I grew up, to visit a friend. The weather was really nice, so I took the opportunity to photograph some too. Dad took me to this place, a piece of land that my uncle ownes. My parents have been working there; tiding up, cut donw trees and bushes. Long time ago, like 50 years, this was a croft. Many people has live there. My grandfather had a farm and needed help to run it. The people he hired lived on that croft. Apart from working on my uncles farm for at least 8 hours a day, they had to work when they came home too — just to take care of the croft. It was hard life.
Dad told me all this when we were there. He is a great storyteller and know so much about all sorts of stuff. He always has a story to tell when we visit places. I like to listen to those.
These photos might now be so special to you, but to me they carry something extra since there’s a story behind them I can relate to.
Enjoy!
It’s true that you get the special attachments to these photos due to the history more than myself, but I assure you, it was incredibly lovely for me to look through them all the same. Wonderful set of photographs!
Thank you so much for your comment! I’m happy someone else than me also found these photos worth looking at :)
These are beautiful shots! These remind me of my Canadian winters and it is such a beautiful time of year to be out with a camera! Lovely story as well – the meaning we create with the world around us! Thank you for posting!
Thank you for your kind comment. I think the Norwegian and the Canadian winters are quite alike. It is indeed a lovely year to be out with a camera.