This Too Shall Pass
This Too Shall Pass
Urban decay in the last of my city's wastelands, the places I explore, the last wild vestiges where there is space to roam.
These pictures come from the hem of life. From a city broken down. Subjects un-grown-up. I feel as though I am conjuring something in these photographs. Finding in them the air and light. Waiting for energetic points to come to a head. Weighing the evening. Holding for breath. Pausing for space.
The subjects are not swamped by the landscape, they are emboldened by it, drawing their...
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