Most people usually go out to The Marin  Headlands to see the sweeping views of landscape, where the hills meet the Pacific Ocean, or the Golden Gate Bridge that connects the two peninsulas – North and South.

To be honest on the day of these photographs I did too.

And while I did find that – the land, bridges. and ocean – I went a little further, looked a little deeper into the landscape.

I also found discarded buildings worn and weathered. I found a grunge that seemed so urban and out of place.

The old battlements left over from World War II sat abandoned on the hillside. But their military history is not what I was interested in that day.

As with all of my subjects I’m interested in time. In layers. In shape. In geometry. Squares within squares. Boarded up windows. Layers of white on white. Mold creating contrast.

The buildings sit on the coast exposed to the salt air and the fog.

The concrete molds. The metal rusts. Metal doors. Barred windows keeping no one out or in. Rust. Decades of graffiti.

These buildings have become Nature’s canvas of slow work.