OUTSIDE IT WAS SNOWING

On the 24th of December, I decided to head back to my grandmother’s house to celebrate christmas.Apart from a few minor improvements, the house has changed very little since I was a child. The time changed, absences accumulated, but these objects never left their place. Outside is was snowing captures the beauty of those everyday life objects or moments which we often ignore and could be « seen »in an poetical way. Just listen to the frozen air…