In Mazury, the vast, open landscapes are neither dramatic nor nostalgic. They simply exist, stretching into a quiet vastness where human presence is subtle but significant. The region’s rolling fields, scattered hay bales, and small rural structures form a visual language that speaks of time passing without spectacle. Here, utility and solitude intertwine: wooden fences lean, roads disappear into mist, and telephone poles mark the land like quiet sentinels.
This is not a documentation of Mazury as a place, it’s an exploration of how it feels to be there, where the past lingers but doesn’t announce itself, and where the land is shaped as much by absence as by presence. It is a long-term project, and I return multiple times a year to continue working on it.
© 2025 Robert Kaiser