A study in stillness, captured along the coastal stretches of Albania. I traveled there in the off-season, when the usual summer crowds had long gone. The beach resorts — once full of life — stood empty, sun-bleached, and waiting.
There are no people in these images, just the traces they left behind: stacked chairs, quiet balconies, closed umbrellas. The absence felt peaceful, almost sacred — like the land was exhaling. I was drawn to the quiet tension between what was and what might be again. These photographs sit in that space between seasons, where time feels paused and everything softens.