As the abandoned houses in rural Japan rapidly disappear the links to a slower way of life also vanish.
Witnessing these relics completely collapse, I see the neglect, left unattended they become overgrown and are then torn down to become carparks.
The sense of character, placement and manner seen in the doors, windows, rooves, tiles or walls. Capturing them before they crumble away.
Documenting these abandoned houses even intermittently, I see how many opportunities I am regularly missing, I am watching these places fade away, almost daily. Everything is rapidly changing now. Where once they stood unopposed things have begun to shift, Japan is on the move, again.