Philadelphia suburbs.

I love the suburbs, especially those old stone walled houses under tall trees and meandring little streets following the rolling hills. Even at the end of November you can feel nature all around, it is almost green like the summer never left. The houses wrapped in the beautifully fenced yards, tucked away under the cover of the trees. Inviting and private at the same time, almost familiar and friendly.

The houses feel genuine, all of different shape, mostly made of stone, they don't appear to be pre-fabricated like those in the midwest America. They are true homes, each with it's history and generations of family that lived in it for decades.