I do not know what is going to be our undoing; unbridled progress, climate change, nuclear annihilation, a nasty virus, an object hurtling through space, or something not yet imagined. My photographic series “The City” imagines a future post human, post mankind. What will become of the cities and our symbols of culture, capitalism and humanity? Upon our exodus, ceilings cave in, water mains break, buildings and bridges collapse under the weight of rust and mold. At first glace, these post apocalyptic dioramas may strike a delicate nerve, but upon closer inspection, one might take notice of a new kind of urban renewal. A city devoid of it’s inhabitants is not divorced of life. Local flora and fauna, now flourish in the same institutions of science and art, once dedicated to man’s triumphs over mother nature. We view these scenes from a safe distance and are able to indulge in our morbid fascination with what is wrong in the world. Like staring at a car wreck along the side of the road, we cannot look away.