In my occasional getaways from the city where I live, I wander around the countryside, in  places I have already visited  in the past or unknown. I often return to familiar places, places that I still remember as natural, untouched and ideal. But I increasingly realize that the landscape comes into view in a form different than the one which was imprinted in my memory.

I see things that once existed, but no longer. My gaze is attracted by deserted spaces, by bizarre structures, by unnatural forms, remnants of human presence. I record the imprints of a change that simultaneously includes samples of the beauty of the natural landscape and the traces of human intervention on it, trying to comprehend the meaning of the new scenery spreading before me.