Still in Croatia. Still in Dubravica. Still enjoying all the beauty of sea, islands, figs, wine and sunshine.
This photo belongs to some kind of past excavation, so to say. Back to roots.
This is my great-grandmother’s house. Remains of the house, to be accurate.
The house is not collapsed, it is very neglected however, but still totally spooky and lovely.
Weeds, grass, vine, blackberries are all around, walls are ruined, stones are falling apart. But the whole atmosphere is somehow magical and inspirational. We have made some lovely photos and we just couldn’t get enough.
I am sitting on a wind surfing board, that has been left for many years. I am not sure if it will ever be used again.
The whole place tells so many stories about past, the people that I love, people around me and people that are, unfortunately, not around any more. It tells about life in Mediterranean village, about my family and many friends. Weeds, blackberries and vine are growing, stones are falling off and life goes on. But I had to capture the “rearview mirror” in this magical place. Roots, rock, reggae!
P. S. Can you see a small piece of sea through back door? Isn’t it just lovely?