These photographs begin where control ends. Abandoned cars sink into the snow, walls crumble under the wind. Things made by human hands once seemed perfect and solid — artifacts of presence, markers of a claimed space — yet they slowly lose their shape, merging into the surroundings.

I watch as the landscape takes what people left behind and makes it its own.

This is not a struggle – what was brought here quietly dissolves into what has always been.

Here, it’s not an invasion of nature by man, but something else: where we sought to subdue, it absorbs. It does not live, as we understand life; it simply is.

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