Roses lost the colors

The connection with my father had been broken since he left the family, I was about 13 years old. We started to build a new strong relationship again when I was about 30. I was very welcome to visit his countryside house whenever I want, the best time to go there is summer. It is the escape place of my father, he loves it more than any other in the world, and it reminded me of my sweet childhood. Everything was pretty the same except for huge roses bushes and fruit trees he grew by himself. In 2021 I took a lot of pictures there before the war started. In 2022 I came back to these photographs and couldn't believe that we do not know if this place exists or not. It was on the way to the frontline and the last time my father went there he escaped from bombing after. Both of us relocated now. I live in London, he is in Germany and still dreaming about his countryside house. I turned the pictures into black and white because my heart feels like this. There is beauty, pain and hope in the photographs, and the strong understanding that the life we had before doesn't exist anymore even if the roses are still there. - Ukraine -