There were brambles everywhere outside, laden with some of the fattest, sweetest and juiciest blackberries I have had so far this year. Maša and I both scoffed lots on the way in, but during the time we were there she would appear by my side with another handful for me, which was very pleasant indeed :)
All photos taken with natural light, mostly ISO 400, so some are a bit dark but I didn't want any more grain on the images. I think the darkness adds to the atmosphere though. Please see my previous posts on Potters to observe how wrecked the house has become since my first visit a few months ago.
Why throw the sofa over there? Why?
The balustrade before it fell down
A burned wig
The TV in this room has been completely smashed
Someone has even killed the gramophone player :(
One of the very few remaining paintings
Maša dressed up for photos
This pile of shoes in the fireplace was spookily
reminiscent of Auschwicz
Most of the windows in this room have now been
smashed and pushed outside
The outhouses, one containing a still humming
Maša in action :)
Farewell Potters .....