The home as a silent witness of the evolution of families is like a long exposure daguerreotype that captures the flow of our family life, make an overlay box that is taking its own recognizable form. When left behind a house that image lingers for a while, the old home with a dying beat going fading continues to reflect the essence that is gone; and emptiness and silence, with a force that touches the soul, let us see the image more clearly stripped of anything that distracts the senses. All those tracks that we left are both a summary of what we were and a reminder of what is not, contemplate the distance leaves us the bitter taste of the irreversible and finitude that can not fail to project into the future to look from the same perspective. Homestead offers us immerse ourselves in these testimonies ignored in this record of daily becoming caught in the final sighs of these households that disappear.