
To rust you will decay.
This is what comes to mind when people from the big city dream of the simple rural lifestyle. In a way, it actually exits …
Of course it’s not my grandmother’s house. However, can sou smell the cake…?
In Masuria, every tree is entitled to its very own cloud. I think this is fair.
Somewhere in Masuria between Mrągowo and Korsze. Unfortunately my GPS device refuses to remember the location. I’m still analyzing map data … ;-)