For most, a forgotten place, for me a fascinating story
Abandoned places are mysterious, painfully sad, and fascinating all at once. The moment you approach, a hundred versions of stories begin to play out in your mind, where people and their fates intersect. Images rise to the surface, and every now and then pieces of the puzzle fall into place, revealing an ordinary morning or just a few fleeting moments that once occurred there. Forgotten and carelessly left-behind objects—a slightly open window, clothes hanging on a door—hint at the lives that once moved through the space. Each place sparks the imagination, inviting endless speculation.
I am drawn to the energy and stories of such places. Through photography, I try to connect with the time when life once pulsed in every corner. While exploring Tenerife, I discovered a corner worth capturing.
The old, abandoned greenhouses stand right by the road, along a route few ever take. You might even spot a lizard basking on a stone, lazily slipping away at the sound of a passing car. The journey took me two hours along roads designed like a punishment for motorists: winding serpentines, narrow streets through tiny villages, steep climbs, and then more of the same. I felt the adrenaline in my temples and occasionally wished I were lying on a beach instead. Locals and their livestock watched me with curiosity, but I pressed on, eager for the impressive urbex experience awaiting at the end—possibly the best I’ve ever had.
