Cities build light to deny nature — walls, mirrors, and scaffolding impose order, keeping life at bay. But erosion is not destruction; it is a slow breath. Rust grows, nameless flowers rise at forgotten poles, and a passing headlight briefly serves the weeds. A dandelion drifts seeds into the dark, and fallen leaves scatter across asphalt, softening its geometry. This series contemplates the quiet resilience of nature, reclaiming space not by force, but by persistence — a new balance between human order and the environment.
