05/08/2026
There was a time when someone stood in this doorway and looked out at the world beyond.
The walls remain, but the lives, conversations and routines have long since disappeared. Only the landscape continues, quietly indifferent to those who once called this place home.
This photograph is part of a new infrared series I am currently working on which explores old ruins through different perspectives—looking out from within, looking in from outside, and considering how memory, history and the natural world overlap. Infrared light reveals a world our eyes cannot see, becoming a quiet metaphor for memories that still shape these places, even though neither can be seen directly.