The House on the Hill

Back when I was becoming a photographer (way, way back in the beginning of time), we had lessons in the history of art. In one of the lessons, the teacher asked us to draw up the ideal house we would want to live in. At the time I was a stubborn and snotty, and I was more interested in travelling than being at home somewhere. So I decided I didn't want to draw a house, ideal or not. A lot more recently (maybe a few weeks ago) I was doodling something in my sketchbook. Out came this little landscape with the house on the hill. It doesn't say much about the details of the house, or if it is even supposed to be ideal and how... but I can imagine it would really be a very pleasant place to live. Currently I live in an old house. It is not located as nicely as the one in my doodle, but it is indeed quite nice. And speeking of old times, I mean really old times, even older times than my old photography days: This being an old house, it has it's own history. During the german occupation, all…