In the weeks before I left London, I walked the streets with my camera, trying to capture something I knew I was about to lose. I had lived there for 38 years, it was home, identity, and history all layered into the city’s surfaces.

I didn’t know when I’d return, or what version of the city would be waiting when I did. This series became an act of preservation: not of landmarks, but of atmosphere — the ordinary rhythms, textures, and fragments that made it mine.

These images are a testimony to a place I was born into, and a way of life I was about to leave behind. The city still exists, but the home I knew no longer does.