All pics are made on various weekends, when I visited my mother at the place where she was born. A place where also a lot of aunts and uncles of mine are still living, and a place like paradise in my childhood, whenever I came to visit my grandparents.
Remember those evenings, when I was a little boy, when the cows came home from the meadows, walking through the streets of the village making a lot of noise. Cows had names like Liesl or Anna that time and not a number in the ear. Well there are only a few farm houses within the village still, so you donīt see so many cows nowadays.