№ 05 - Incense Extrême Tauer Perfumes 2008

An abandoned porch, somewhere in the South. The white paint on the railing is peeling, revealing the bare wood underneath. On the battered floorboards stands a rocking chair, weathered and sagging. In the corner, a pile of old tires. A metal jug, carelessly set down long ago. The pitch inside for sealing the planks has long since dried up.

The sun shimmers.