I love when nature takes over and is left unchecked by civilization- It may hide or even destroy old architectural ruins, but something about the process is so intimate, so delicately balanced…
Toma Amendolara and Mishalla Cannon, caught in the right place at the wrong time. Like nostalgia-seeking spirits from another era, they’re drawn time and again to this very bridge, exactly at five am, on July third, year after year.