There is a subtle beauty in the decay of modern humanity.
Places destroyed, waiting. Patient. Stoic perhaps. Holding on to remnants of what was.
The past decaying into present beauty. Art in Urban Decay.
Fresh Asparagus
There is a subtle beauty in the decay of modern humanity.
Places destroyed, waiting. Patient. Stoic perhaps. Holding on to remnants of what was.
The past decaying into present beauty. Art in Urban Decay.
Fresh Asparagus