stilllife with jar Swona
Still life

The light filters through the windows of this abandoned house, shimmering through the salt spray and smut of decades. The walls became a kaleidoscope of greens on the cracked plaster, during the years of cold and damp conditions. Once prized possessions from people that left in a hurry, now sedentary objects just left here on a mantelpiece without warmth.

I am just here, not to touch but to observe. Time stands still in this time capsule. My little moment of Memento Mori on the Island of Swona.

Alexander Gannet

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