At the edge of the garden.
The path to and from the garden.
A garden left to its own.
This series is from a garden I have been visiting for a few years. It was a formal garden which people paid to enter, and included Japanese and Chinese motifs, as well as an abundance of local plants, shrubs and trees. Years ago it closed, and then was sold for development. It has slowly decayed, and the wild, local plants and those brought to the spot to show things visitors would not normally see, have grown together, mingled and reached a state of equilibrium. How much of the garden itself will be left, I’m not sure.
Empty park, Vancouver, British Columbia.
