Along the spine of Michigan’s Keweenaw Peninsula, the remains of copper towns and their machinery still rise against the horizon. Stamp mills, smokestacks, breweries, and ghost neighborhoods—concrete and steel slowly collapsing back into earth. In these ruins I place the human figure, unadorned, fragile, and defiant. The work is not about nostalgia, but about tension: flesh against stone, silence against the roar of history, impermanence framed within the architecture of what once seemed permanent.
Waterfalls and shoreline weave into the story as well, reminders that the land was always here before the mines, and will remain after. The body in these frames becomes both an intrusion and a reconciliation—a spectral witness that echoes the lives once bound to these sites. The series walks the line between documentary and apparition, between decay and renewal, between what is lost and what still breathes.
