Photos by me, Johanna Blåfield, all from an old small village store that my great grandmother had once. (And from an adjacent 1960's house in the Finnish countryside.) I visited the place alone with my camera just before the place got sold.
Behind this attic door my own timeless playing time started - mom, dad and the rest never followed me up here. It felt a bit creepy, though. This part of the building had been the home of my great grandmother and her four daughters for many years. It always felt warm, though disappointing, to return to the sounds of the store and its customers.