I recently moved to a new house and before I left I photographed my old one. Not many parts about it, but just the small things that are easy to forget, so easy that I had forgotten them from previous years living there. One of which are the flowers. They come up every spring and nobody knows really from where, but the whole front yard turns into a wild flower field. I think it has become more intense year after year, but this year is the most I've ever seen before. Here are a few of the images from my medium format.