Bleached facades lean against an indifferent sky. Doors hang ajar or lie discarded in the dirt, hinges rusted to immobility. Around each structure, vegetation presses close and curious: Nature pries at foundational cracks as it reclaims her place.

Surfaces are textured with rot and stains, softening hard edges and giving the appearance of slow erosion. Architectural details that once declared function, now rest in decay.

Distance compresses sound; even the air around the buildings feels denser, as if preserved. Light falls, emphasizing the silence and the absence of movement. Long shadows stretch from eaves and broken signs, exaggerating the sense of desolation.

Still and Frozen.