My grandfather has kept his father's farm in the Colombian countryside exactly as it was when it was built in 1905. I grew up visiting this farm, as did my father. It's the only place I know that feels frozen in time. It's a house where you feel the weight of multiple generations, all meeting in the same space. You know it's a place with stories and characters, even if you don't know them. With the understanding that time will eventually catch up with this oasis, I've decided to capture its powerful essence that could inspire anyone that feels it.