Between the forest and the human trace

Stories from a quieter life. What we build, what we notice, what we remember, and what choosing differently really takes.

The story keeps changing.

Here’s what’s happening now.

The Last Light
A few red berries, the last light between the branches — and five minutes before it was gone
When the Water Wouldn’t Stop
Changing a water filter should take a few minutes. Ours turned into an hour of leaking water, phone flashlights and one very small missing piece.
We Thought We Were Dog People
We thought we were dog people. Then Oliver arrived, disappeared for two months, and changed the story completely.

Try “container”, “green roof”, “slow living “,“Karlovy Vary” or “cats”.

Places we visit, experience and remember — close to home and further away.

What it really takes to build, grow and live a little differently.

The cats who somehow became part of almost every story.

Thoughts, photographs and ordinary moments worth keeping

Small things we notice when nothing particularly important is happening.

They stayed anyway

We went all the way to the Netherlands for them.To make it right. To make it ours. They were supposed to be colorful.That’s what we thought. But when they bloomed,they turned red. And somehow,that felt better. Every spring, we try to protect them.The deer always find them first. We moved them more than once.Changed their…
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Held for a moment

nothing stays
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No reason, just this

just this
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A place that wasn’t perfect

After our first nightin a small container house,by the forest,with cows as our neighbors, I realized something. This is home. Our home. And slowly, it started to sink in.But we still couldn’t quite believe it —that we actually have a house. Maybe becausewe never wanted it to be “normal”. We wanted less.Less things.Less noise. We…
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The First Night

You’re probably wondering what our first night was like.So were we. We couldn’t wait to find out. Would we be scared?After all, we had always lived in an apartment in the city — not at the edge of a village, by the forest, with cows as our neighbors. As soon as the terrace was finished,…
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