In my occasional getaways from the city where I live, I wander in places I have already visited in the past or unknown. I often return to familiar places which 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 imprinted in my memory, a form now more and more determined by human intervention.
I see things that once existed, but no longer. My gaze is attracted by deserted spaces, by unnatural shapes, by bizarre structures, remnants of human presence. I try to see beyond the facts, to comprehend the significance of the new scenery spreading before me.
