schwarzwald is shaped as much by time and travel as by place. The 35mm film roll, long forgotten at the bottom of a suitcase, was repeatedly exposed to airport X-ray scanners over many years. The distortions that surface — bleeding colours, ghostly gradients, ruptured forms — are the scars of prolonged passage.
It is entangled with chance interventions and technological interference. The photograph captures a horizon marked not only by the Black Forest itself, but also by the hidden infrastructures of mobility and security — a fragile convergence of natural scene and material decay.