Nature produces vision. The gaze, like a boat, wanders, guided by the leaves of the trees against the sky. The images of an easily observable commonality, which was once commonplace at first glance, make the journey an encounter with a nature that is both close and distant. A landscape in extinction, a wandering gaze in an increasingly unlikely act: seeing what moves around. Walden Street is a road movie suspended in time by how we look at screens.