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Images in the landscape.
Walking through the field a scene unfolded ahead of me, questions arise in my mind. My imagination takes over envisioning how it was. Strolling among the crumbling buildings, rusting items, nature taking back the land, paint peeling, buildings sitting like keepers of the past. What previously house people, now used as storage until it cannot be used anymore. I wonder when the buildings finally crumble; will the memories also become distant or will the artist continue to keep these memories alive in their writings paintings and songs?