Memories of the Wind

For the last few months I have been observing the floating world on the surface of the manmade pond in my favourite park. The pond does not appear to be very interesting at first glance. A closer look though reveals that gusts of wind leave behind traces of nature: floating leaves, flowers, seeds, roots, feathers and insects – a mirror of the changing seasons. Singled out by the camera they seem to inhabit a world of their own.