I’ve been on the road a lot these past weeks and one of my travel destinations happened to be Rochester, NY. I was excited, because I had always wanted to visit the George Eastman House in order to see where the story of my favorite film began. I did not know what to expect. My camera bag was weighing me down, so I left it in a locker at the entrance to the museum.

The second I set foot in the dining room, I turned on my heels and retrieved my camera bag. The people who run the museum arrange the rooms in a way that you feel like George Eastman just stepped out… Biscuits are placed next to tea cups. Fresh flowers fill the rooms. It’s eerie.

©Sarah Girner