Somewhere in an old barn of a collapsed farmhouse lies this tin. It has been lying here for years, it has been forgotten. A tin that has time against it and is starting to rust. It reflects what time does to an object or something, it gains character and status. The status that it has been colouring for years as this tin does.
Photography is in my blood, from the age of 6 I took over my father's passion. Today, I am often looking for that one moment, that one shot.
I am always looking for urban environments and places. A place where time has stood still or where nature..
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