Peterhof

In this series, I observe the relationship between natural rhythm and architectural order. The pruned trees of Peterhof are arranged in strict geometry, yet within these forms, organic lines and gestures remain alive.

Set against the winter void and a silent sky, the trees become symbols of time frozen in motion. Nature here does not resist architecture — it adopts its logic while preserving its inner force and quiet poetry.

These photographs speak of the tension between discipline and freedom, and of the beauty that emerges at the edge of structure and impulse.