I collect picture of trees that are slowly eating the things humans added to them. Slowly, patiently.
A barbed-wire fence disappears into a fold in the bark. A metal sign, tiles, fences: nothing is safe from nature’s slow embrace. Trees aren’t growing around things, they’re boiling over them. The wood is like slow lava.
There’s a slow cinematic quality to it 🙂 Year after year, what begins as a tiny imprint, it starts embracing, then absorping, then disappearing.
