Off the Swiss mountains, piece by piece we fall.
Stocked into private fences, we are broken and worked
and piled up as high as what stores us.
We run in and out, some are left behind
All of us aiming at the final conveyor, to go back there where we come from. Rocks we were, rocks we will always be.
Filed under: conceptual photography Tagged: conveyor belts, holcim, lucerne lake, rocks, sand, Switzerland