This image is like visiting old relations in your childhood, stepping into a place time forgot, where they don't care that the world has rushed on and modernized itself. It's a discovery of yesteryear, when buildings were built with charm and gardens were cultivated lovingly by the generations that lived inside them. When Grandmother baked on the Aga because it was going to keep the house warm, when Grandpa had every imaginable tool in his shed for every imaginable job on the place.
Harmoniously swagged in autumn the old brick walls glorious display their ancient Ivy blanket of leafy vines. The old wooden wheelbarrow lays exactly where Grandpa parked it all those years again, forgotten by the present, ever waiting for the old mans return. Reflecting the friendly neighborhood, the shinning paneled widow elusively hides the inner house from view, is Grandma in the kitchen still, Pa in his slippers on the couch? I'd like to peak and see...
Pelting through the power soft fall that is enveloping their playground the energetic pack are doing just what they love best of all. Racing their... View full product details
This mans home is certainly his castle as well. Climbing the tree lined drive we view the magnificent historic housee with it's towered roof line and... View full product details
Deep in the forest, beneath the outstretched branches of towering fur trees lies the still cool waters of a grassy swamp bathed in the autumn... View full product details
Golden light streams down from the fading afternoon sky and almost purposefully illuminates this lone standing tree in a field of green. That perfect time... View full product details