Growing Up Jehovah

My Oma and Opa [German for Grandma and Grandpa] are stuck in a time rift. When I enter there house there are two things I notice. The silence and how I seem to stop aging from the moment I set foot in there.

I would call it a house, but I prefer the proper name. Narnia. It's a mix of Germany, the 60s and 70s mixed with kitsch and tackiness all at the same time. Phenomenal. Then there's her Garden, I expected to see Mr. Tumulus, but he was at Fire Island for the weekend.

I'll let the photos speak now...