Man's ambition and greed is fossilised in deserted towns, where once the families of barons and sweat-stained workers built community. Left behind are seductive pools where Narcissus would have paused. Behold my works, ye mighty, and despair.


Oases give respite to the traveller stoned by the unforgiving sun. The water is warm and tainted, and the ripples crack under the weight of the heat.


Further east, the sun resigns itself behind clouds, and lends a final concession before making its bed.