Going to Bourgogne, where my grandmothers live.

I have these rituals; walking through their houses and gardens to see what is new and what will never change, taking the time to observe and remember. I know these places from heart and I’ve taken so many pictures of them, but the light is always different, the seasons change, events happen and I change too.

I’ve always had the feeling that I absolutely need to remember everything, to print every detail in my head for the day it’ll all be gone. I guess that’s why I take pictures, so I won’t forget.