Snapz.

THIS CHICK HERE has a point about photographs:

I’ll never forget the moment when, after fishing blindly in this box of a thousand dead memories, I pulled out a work of art.  It had not been intended as one; it was just a snapshot.  But it was aesthetically bewitched.  The time it took for a shutter to open and close in, oh, I don’t know—a sheared-off sliver of one second in Depression-struck 1932?—was the exact amount of time it took the eye to remake it. A picture of a picture, this time taken by the beholder....The genre of “found photography”—or, we might call it, inadvertent art—....every photo records something that can ever exist only within its frame.

Basically, we're better off losing the house rather than the pictures. The house can be replaced. I have written about this "inadvertent art" many, many times; most famously HERE.