A dense patch of overgrowth tucked behind the rear wall of the Terminus Hotel, where vines scale brickwork and broad leaves crowd the path.
Dozens of toys lie scattered across the ground, some intact, others bleached and broken. Basketballs, toy trucks, buckets and plastic cones seem to have collected in this unlikely corner, slipping through a gap in the fence from the community centre next door.
They now rest beneath the ivy, slowly joining the hotel in its quiet surrender to time.
Printed on museum-grade archival paper, this unusual and layered composition brings together nature, memory, and unexpected traces of life in one forgotten frame.