Little things

I love the details of an old building. The farm, where I currently lives, is old, or rather, the place is old. There has been farmhouse buildings here, according to maps, at least since the sixteenhundreds. My former landlord was born here in the forties and two generations before him has run the farm earlier. Back then it had four buildings built in a square with an entrance gate leading out in the street. In the fifties the barn and the manor burnt down and when they rebuilt the barn and the house, only one of the original buildings remained, the one you see in the main and the first extra. The part to the left is for storage and hens and household work like washing and suchlike, the right part is the kitchen and one room for living in next to the main house. In the old time the elders moved in there when their son took over the farm, needing the space for wife and children in the house. You see the roof and one of the chimneys in the second extra. The main shows the transition between the oldest part made with rocks on top of each other without anything much to hold them together but the weight. To the right of that is the plank clad wall of the room and kitchen and in the middle, a part of the foundation, probably a standing oak log. I find it very beautiful. They believe that at least the foundation for the oldest part has been there since sixteen hundred something and is still standing.