The little Museum.
You tend to think that the place where you grew up never changes. In any case in my mind it does not change. So when I made a little stroll when I visited my parents, I was surprised to see that only a stones throw away from my parents house a museum submerged (almost literally because most of it lies underground unseen to the eye.) This is the place where we rode our bicycles and stopped at the corn field to eat a cob, only moments later running away from a yelling farmer (although we were more afraid from our mothers retaliation when they would come to find out.)
A nice little museum, Muze'um licht en landschap is worth a visit if you are in the neighborhood...
Images taken Pentax K-5, February 2017.