The city of my childhood

This spring, when I visited my fathe`s grave, I had an urge to go 25 years back and capture the city as it was then, in my early years.

This spring, when I visited my fathe`s grave, I had an urge to go 25 years back and capture the city as it was then, in my early years. This is a crazy idea. Still, I have visited the places which, for unknown (or vice versa - understandable) reasons, have been etched in my memory. This is ruthless. So much has changed so quickly. Suprisingly, my first house remained almost intact, at least from the yard side, but the facade changed completely. I took photos and, using Photoshop, I`ve cut out all the changes which appeared with time, in a childish applique style.