My grandmother’s house in Matagoza was built in 1941. I can imagine fighter planes cruising these skies a few years later in WW2. I’ve played a lot in here in my childhood, and i can say this is a magic little place. I like the composition choice on this one, and the desaturated look makes it look older, yet enduring through times. The fighters have gone, but the house still lives.
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