Images from a walk through a deep gorge in Cyprus: a quiet meditation on scale and time. A reflection on how small our lives seem against the vastness of geological time, and the relentless forces of nature.

“At the end of the trail a big rock looms before you emerge into the open. If you crane your neck back you might see the profile of a craggy face in the stone, nose poking into the frame, shrubs clinging like wild hair to her brow. Some ancient deity carved by time and heat, for a moment blotting out the sun.”

The light leaks serve as an intervention from the landscape itself, alchemical traces of the Mediterranean atmosphere burning into the film, a gentle reminder that humans are not the only ones with agency in this world.

Learn more here