There's a wonderful moodiness to this series – the overcast skies only add to the muted tones of the subject matter.

I'm particularly taken by the shingled roofs – such a traditional, architectural feature contrasted by evidence of modernity – vehicles and telephone lines and the familiar golden arch of McDonalds.

There is a quiet grace in the gradual undoing of the ruined home – an unhurried return to nature. As you said...just as it will be with each of us.

The final image is well-chosen in that I'm left with a curiosity about where that path leads – a subtle desire to meander further down the red length of it – to peer into the little canal that flanks its edge.

Thank you for the brief glimpse into a place I might never have seen had I not stumbled upon your post.