I came back to the landscape of my childhood three years ago. Also to look for traces in the topography of my family. After the end of the Second World War, my father's and my mother's paths crossed in this landscape along the Oder River. Between the fields, the river makes its way through the plain. He carries my family history with him. Calm and dark, it flows full of memories of itself and the people on its shores. Dark shoals remain hidden. I photographed this series exclusively analogue in 6x6 format. To photograph this story digitally would be an anachronism.
