I call bull on warm bred smell in the morning. If anybody made bread and used wood fired owen you know it takes hours. 🤣
I call bull on warm bred smell in the morning. If anybody made bread and used wood fired owen you know it takes hours. 🤣
Is this in the Wielkopolska region?
I bet there were other smells, a little less nostalgia-inducing, like the night pot, and the hearty aroma of bodies bathed once a week.
This reminds me of my grandma when I was kid- the softest duvet I have ever touched, loud radio in the morning and the smell of scrambled eggs.
It felt like the place out of time – you can stop and catch a breath. Those photos remind me of this , thanks for sharing.
I just forwarded to my gf, as iam only only on reddit, but iam gonna show it to some of my friends and couple of photographers.
We had to go to the outhouse to take a shit and beating the shit out the wife was “a domestic matter” that police wouldn’t touch with a long stick
Love the theme.
Don’t love the photos sadly
Why do I feel like this is some AI generated images
Oh got I am glad we don’t have to iron linen anymore. Thankful for being able to bake bread in evening and still have it fresh in the morning as well but not having to iron linen it’s the biggest
nice idealization but mornings probably smelled like shit (litteraly) and nights also probably smelled like shit.
Not missing those days…
And the scent of smoke in the whole house because people back then didn’t use to build chimneys.
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Such a nice shots! The place looks quite moody
I call bull on warm bred smell in the morning. If anybody made bread and used wood fired owen you know it takes hours. 🤣
I call bull on warm bred smell in the morning. If anybody made bread and used wood fired owen you know it takes hours. 🤣
Is this in the Wielkopolska region?
I bet there were other smells, a little less nostalgia-inducing, like the night pot, and the hearty aroma of bodies bathed once a week.
This reminds me of my grandma when I was kid- the softest duvet I have ever touched, loud radio in the morning and the smell of scrambled eggs.
It felt like the place out of time – you can stop and catch a breath. Those photos remind me of this , thanks for sharing.
I just forwarded to my gf, as iam only only on reddit, but iam gonna show it to some of my friends and couple of photographers.
We had to go to the outhouse to take a shit and beating the shit out the wife was “a domestic matter” that police wouldn’t touch with a long stick
Love the theme.
Don’t love the photos sadly
Why do I feel like this is some AI generated images
Oh got I am glad we don’t have to iron linen anymore. Thankful for being able to bake bread in evening and still have it fresh in the morning as well but not having to iron linen it’s the biggest
nice idealization but mornings probably smelled like shit (litteraly) and nights also probably smelled like shit.
Not missing those days…
And the scent of smoke in the whole house because people back then didn’t use to build chimneys.
Big cross.
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