My Childhood Home

Opening a cupboard this morning, a torrent of old photographs and bits of memorabilia came tumbling out.  One of the pictures was a very aged photo of my childhood home in England.  It's sad that I don't have many images of the place, particularly as I spent my formative  years there.  I had a bit of fun fiddling with the image on the computer -- trying to make it look more like a painting and less like the faded old Kodak that it is.